Lyrics Sunday Mornings - Elder Brother

Sunday Mornings

Don’t let the sun go down on your anger
The longest day in history still had to end
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky
Cause you’ll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry
But I pay no attention to
The things that hide out past the moon
Or anything I can’t directly view
But you are the exception
That proved my rule
Yeah, you are the exception
That proved my rule
You’ve got so many mountains
And no one to trust
And you’ve got lonely Sunday mornings
And two inches of dust
And you’ve got a lot of options
You’re still stuck in between
And you’ve got some new tattoos
But you’re still not sure what they mean
So lay down in a bed
Made of books you haven’t read
And call me when you’ve caught your second wind
But I pay no attention to
The things that hide out past the moon
Or anything I can’t directly view
But you are the exception
That proved my rule
Yeah, you are the exception
That proved my rule
Don’t let the sun go down on your anger
The longest day in history still had to end
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky
Cause you’ll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry