When there's nothing left to say   And all the clouds have faded away   And my mind wanders out there    Across the bay   Just to be there in the morning   With the sun coming through the trees   Well you know   There ain't no place I'd rather be      Sunday sunny Mill Valley groove day   You can feel the magic in the air   And when it's over   And the clover has left the mountainside   You'll be king of what you survive      Sunday sunny Mill Valley groove day   You will have a wonderful time up there   And when it's over   And the clover has left the mountainside   You'll be king of what you survive      When there's nothing left to say   And all the clouds have faded away   And my mind wanders out there    Across the bay   Just to be there in the morning    With the sun coming through the trees   Well you know    There ain't no place I'd rather be      Sunday sunny Mill Valley groove day   You can feel the magic in the air   And when it's over   And the clover has left the mountainside   You'll be king of what you survive