Look at the powerful people   Stealing the sun from the day   Wish I could do something about it   When all I can do is to pray      Oh, it's a lonely afternoon   With nowhere to go but my room   And Sunday, when there's time   I think of these things on my mind   And I don't know where will I go      Look at the ominous people   Draining the salt from the sea   Wish I could just stand up and shout it   Why can't they let goodness be      Oh, it's a lonely afternoon   With nowhere to go but my room   Oh, it's Sunday, when there's time   I think of these things on my mind   And I don't know where, where will I go      Oh, come on you world won't you give a damn   Turn on some lights and see this garbage can   And time is the essence if we plan to stay   Death is in stride when filth is the pride of our home      Wish I could just stand up and shout it   Why can't they let goodness be      Oh, it's a lonely afternoon   With nowhere to go but my room   Oh, and Sunday, when there's time   I think of these things on my mind      Oh, and Monday there's no time   So I close both my eyes and I'm blind   And I don't care where, where, oh, where is my prayer