No SOUND try here!

Coming Down!               

Well I woke up Sunday morning...
...with no way to hold my head, iT didn't hurt!
And the beer I'd had for breakfast wasn't bad,
so i'll ave`an`o-ver, for dessert:
And i fumbled in my closet, through my clothes...
....and found the cleanest, dirty shirt:
And I washed my face and combed my hair...
....and stumbled down the stairs, to meet the day:

I smoked my mind the night before,
with cigar`ettes and songs, i'd been pic`kin':
And I lit my first and watched a kid...
....playin, with a rus`ty can, that he was kic`king:
Then I walked across the street...
.....and caught the Sunday smell of som`e-one;  fry-in'-chicken:
And it took me back to some-thin'...
  ...i think I'd lost somewhere, somehow, along the way:

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned:
'Cause there's something in a Sun`day,
that makes a body, feel alone!
And there's nothin' short of dyin'...
.....that's half as lonesome as A Sound,
of a sleepin' city sidewalk,
...on Sunday mornin', comin' down:

 In the park i saw a daddy...
....with a laughin' little girl, that he was swingin': 
And I stopped beside a Sunday school...
....and listened to the songs, they were sin-gin':
Then I headed down the street...
.....and somewhere far off heard a lonely bell was ringin':
And it echoed thru the canyon,
....like the disappearing dreams, of yesterday.

On a Sun`day mor-nin' side-walk,
...I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned:
'Cause there's some-thin' in a Sun`day,
...That makes a body feel alone.
And, there's nothin' short of dy-in'...
.....that's half as lone-some as A Sound,
..........of a sleepin' city sidewalk..
    On Sunday mornining, come on down........