Another Park, Another Sunday

Tom johnston

Im sittin in my room, Im starin out my window
And I wonder where youve gone
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn
Outside the wind is blowin
It seems to call your name again
Where have you gone

City streets and lonely highways
I travel down
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down
Im just tryin to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
Its true, Im lost without you

Another lonely park, another sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away

Its warm outside, no clouds are in the sky
But I need a place to go and hide
I keep it to myself
I dont want nobody else
To see me cryin all those tears in my eyes

Another park, another sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
Another park, another sunday
Its dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But its hard to do