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 not 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 you're second wind
 But I pay not 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