Lost your grace
 Rummaging through an old suitcase
 Nostalgia
 Hits you right between the eyes
 When all you want is a lullaby
 
 If all you’ve ever owned
 Keeps you together
 It’s not wrong staying home
 Just don’t trip over the future
 
 Saving face
 Your clumsy mind’s going on for days
 Then it unwinds like a sunday song you wanna sing
 To the people
 A bee sting
 
 If all you’ve ever owned
 Keeps you together
 Everyone gets old
 Some trip over the future
 
 Soaking spoiled
 You ain’t nothing but a mama’s boy
 Your father knows how your weakness glows
 But most of all
 You’re going to get what you deserve
 You’re going to get what you deserve
 
 Just like a Sunday song
 Me and my Sunday song
 Me and my Sunday song
 
 Yes I’m ready to be your man
 I know it took a little time, but it’ll make us stronger
 Yes I’m ready because I can
 It took a little time but now the wind is blowin’ blowin’
 Blowin’ Blowin’
 Blowin’ Blowin’