I wish I could go walking   Walk out of this place   Maybe see a friendly face   But it's raining and raining      I'm looking down from below   From a thirteenth floor window   It's Sunday afternoon, the sky is ugly grey   I'm here or down there   Right now it's bad news either way      Well, I can't stay   So I guess I'll go out there anyhow   What I don't want right now is   A day of reflection and solitude   With this bitter mood, I'm in again      I tried to call you on the phone   Now I'm stir crazed enough   To go walking in the rain alone      I heard the last church bell's ring   And got the Sunday blues   For this and that and everything   The Sunday blues      That feeling goes stealing down to your shoes   In my head and in my heart   The Sunday blues      I'm on the wrong side of Sunday   Can't get away from dark thoughts today   I've been made blue, been lied to      But enough's enough   I don't need this stuff ok?   Regret and rage, just go back to underground   Mean old Sunday blues, I've had it with you hanging 'round      Yeah, alright I'm done with the Sunday blues   Everyone now and then has to play and lose   So I'll waste no more tears on last year's news   'Til the next time around with the Sunday blues