Somebody Else’s Sunday

Sunday used to be ours

Now I don’t know where to go

I passed the little diner

Where we always took our time

Saw two cups by the window

And wished that they were mine

I hope he makes you laugh there

The way I used to do

Now you’re somebody else’s Sunday

Somebody else’s peace

Somebody gets the morning

That you used to spend with me

I’m trying to be happy

But it hurts to let you be

Somebody else’s Sunday

When you were home to me

I still wake up too early

Like your hand is on my sleeve

Then I remember slowly

You don’t belong to me

Love don’t always leave angry

Sometimes it leaves blessed

Now you’re somebody else’s Sunday

Somebody else’s peace

Somebody gets the morning

That you used to spend with me

I’m trying to be happy

But it hurts to let you be

Somebody else’s Sunday

When you were home to me

Sunday used to be ours

Now I let you go