Forrest Frank - Sunday Lyrics

It's coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming

I know you been in a hurry Don't forget this is a journey Close them eyes and don't you worry Sunday is coming Voices got you messed up They don't want you with your chest up Close them eyes and don't you worry Sunday is calling

It's coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming

I know you been looking lowly They all left you feeling lonely Close them eyes and don't you worry Sunday is coming A mind that always stresses Can forget about your messes Close them eyes and don't you worry Sunday is calling

It's coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming

But I'm in

It's coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming Coming, coming, coming