(Carlene Carter/Al Anderson). . Well it was Sunday morning, past Saturday night. And I was sneakin' out my door. I slipped on my best Sunday dress. And I was ready for a little bit more.
Spent too much time alone, just sitting by the telephone now. I've gotta find a place to go. I've got a right, I've got a dream, I gotta know. Why can't you see, I need to find this place to go?.
Little change of the heart, little light in the dark. Little hope that you just might find your way up out of here. 'Cause you've been hiding for days, wasted and wasting away.