Sunday Morning

Big drops of water
Quiver and shimmer on the hood of my car
Mini ladybug ladies at the church bazaar
On Sunday morning

Rain came in twilight
Must have come quietly touching the ground
‘Cause I lay there sleeping through the whispering sound
On Sunday morning

I expected rain to have its way with me
But I pictured drowsy bluesy dreams
Not clear and sweet

Rain come to show me
Nothing is ever as bad as it seems
That player piano missing a key
On Sunday morning

Big drops of water
Run like the devil from the highway wind
A thousand fishes learning to swim
On Sunday morning
On Sunday morning