Always on Sunday   We think about the used to be’s   The where am I’s   My fantasies   Always on Sundays   I think about you and I in the woods side by side   The autumn air and hayride   Always on Sunday   I think about my boys and the noise we would make in my car   Just seven guys, didn’t get far, but that was still cool, cool, cool   It’s better to live then to act like a fool    Than fool yourself to not living at all   Always Sunday (2x)   Always on Sunday she’s on my eyelashes lingering   Tears have all dried up, but the stings still tingling   Let them fall   Tears have to fall   Always Sunday