He made it come together   Put your hand on me   And I feel it mama   He made a blind man see   Been sleepwalking   An eternity      Whoa yes      I’m working on a new plain   Working on Sunday Morning   Working on being forgiven   For all that hard living      I’ve been steamrolling   Heading for a crash   Cruise controlling   Blowing right on past   Sleepwalking    Put your hand on me      I’m working on a new plain   Working on Sunday morning   Working on being forgiven   For all that hard living      And I’m not the only one   Who been happy to receive   Do you hear them call your name   Carrying a heavy load   When the bullets that protect you   Come raining down on your own head   Your feeling like your almost blind   Carrying a heavy load   Carrying a heavy load   Oh, no      Don’t cry mama   Gonna be ok   So sorry   That it went that way   Like a stray sheep   And then you called on me      I’m working on a new plain   I’m working on a Sunday morning   Working on being forgiven   For all that hard living   Working on a Sunday morning   Working on being forgiven   For all that hard living      I’m working on a new plain      I’m working on a new plain   Feel like I’m being forgiven   For all that hard, hard, hard living   Hard living