Letra de Sunday best

When she´s sleeping on the sofa,
When she´s laying in her Sunday best,
when she´s turning over Friday,
I could swear I´m sleeping less and less...
and the ocean´s getting warmer,
and California´s on her mind,
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,

but I won´t...
no I won´t...

Cause she´s already out the door,
she´s already out of here
she´s already gone away...already gone away...

When I´m coming over Sunday
and I think about you all the time,
I wonder what you´re doin
I wonder why you never cry,
When Boston´s always raining,
And we never ever seemed alive,
I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well

but I won´t...
no I won´t...

Cause she´s already out the door,
she´s already out of here
she´s already gone away...already gone away...