Lyrics Sunday Morning - Choke Up

Sunday Morning

A fading parade of bad ideas
Burns out madly and disappears
The anger that drove you and I here
Is a trail of smoke in the rear view mirror
Home used to be crumbling buildings
I dodged the debris but not the devil in me
Haunted the line between independent and free
Sunday morning left me an orphan
Of one ways and borders and false ideas of fortune
I don’t mind if you don’t mind
Taking the long way home tonight
Cut me down from the clouds
Pull me out of the ground
Over, I am over that shit
Sunday morning left me an orphan
Of one ways and borders and false ideas of fortune
White knuckles and torn blue jeans
Your hair an auburn storm in the passenger seat
I found my place in this sad country
Next to you and those stormy blues