Sunday Morning's Breaking Lyrics - Singles - Tom Scullin

Sunday mornings' breaking 

I recognize the clues 

Two hands won't stop shaking 

And a hearts' beating blues 

I may not be lonely 

But that ain't no front-page news 

It's another Sunday morning 

Broken hearted 

Beating blues 

Sundays never made much sense 

But always reappear 

That's plenty of time for innocence 

Fifty two a year 

God made a woman 

To fill a mans' soul with fear 

And wake him up on Sunday morning 

Spilling hearts and chasing beer 

Sunday always comes around 

Too early in the day 

Alarm clock must be over-wound 

It has so much to say 

Just like a woman 

She'll work you and then she'll play 

And wake you up on Sunday morning 

Payment please for Saturday 

But Saturdays' don't get me down 

They get me feeling light 

Guess I'll go and do the town 

Guess I'll do it right 

Man needs a woman 

To squeeze him and hold him tight 

Forget about that Sunday morning 

Saturday is here tonight 

Sunday mornings' breaking 

I recognize the clues 

Two hands won't stop shaking 

And a hearts' beating blues 

May not be lonely 

But that ain't no front-page news 

It's another Sunday morning 

Broken hearted 

Beating blues