It's Sunday

Being emotional with sensitive skin
His life seemed to wearing a bit thin
With shattered nerves and not much lust
He’d not go out nor no one would he trust

As we all know there are angels flying around
Or poor friend lied in his bed praying to be found
At this point there's usually a knock at the door
The man feel sleep dreamed about what was instore

In his dream he was strong, rugged a happy go lucky guy
Having lots of party's, girls there was a real sparkle in his eye
He thought this must be a dream, hope I never wake up
Or is this for real and there has been a terrible mix-up

Angels work many miracles giving breath of life changing time
Our friend slept deep rolled and tossed seemed like a lifetime
It was different as he opened his eyes for another new day
There's a beautiful woman saying relax my sweet stay in bed it's Sunday