Sunday Morning Anthem

Verse 1

Sundays at the corner shop, change jangling in my hand

Fog beside cathedral walls, footprints in the sand

Busker singing ballads, coat pulled to his chin

Watching buses rolling past, letting stories begin

Chorus

Sunday morning wandering, rain on the avenue

Streets are empty promises, searching for a clue

Waiting at the station, no sign of coming through

If you find another place, I’ll be looking for you

Post-Chorus

Na na na, na na na

Na na na, na na na

Verse 2

Painted brick and puddles, under the grey-blue sky

Old hopes on the pavement, never said goodbye

Passing faces wondering if they're dreaming too

Running with the city wind, chasing something new

Pre-Chorus

Every moment slips away

Like a taxi turning home

But the city never answers

Why we always roam

Chorus

Sunday morning wandering, rain on the avenue

Streets are empty promises, searching for a clue

Waiting at the station, no sign of coming through

If you find another place, I’ll be looking for you

Post-Chorus

Na na na, na na na

Na na na, na na na

Bridge

Smoke curls from a cafe, kettle whistles low

Someone jots a number down, but there’s nowhere to go

Raindrops paint the window, tram hums along the track

You watch the city fading slow, never looking back

Chorus

Sunday morning wandering, rain on the avenue

Streets are empty promises, searching for a clue

Waiting at the station, no sign of coming through

If you find another place, I’ll be looking for you

Post-Chorus

Na na na, na na na

Na na na, na na na