A Sunday's Never Morning

Waking up to a Sunday's never morning,
thinking of a song in my head.
As I look out my window,
my mind was tripping on the sound of birds instead.

Mixed in all the confusion,
getting breakfast late again,
had to go to church on a daily bases,
as I was tripping again on sin.

Not knowing of the things to come,
waiting for the day,
I was pleased that this Sunday was a little bit different
on the things that stayed the same in my head.