THAT SUNDAY

I'LL NEVER FORGET THAT SUNDAY, IF SHOULD LIVE FOREVER.
AT EIGHT O'CLOCK THE NIGHT OF FEBRUARY THE 9TH, WAY BACK IN '64.
JUST A DAY IN THE LIFE LIKE OTHERS, BUT I LATER ON DISCOVERED,
THAT MY WORLD WAS CHANGED, NEVER AGAIN,
TO GET BACK LIKE BEFORE.

WHEN I SAW YOU STANDING THERE, MY MOUTH FELL OPEN,
I BEGAN TO STARE AND SUDDENLY,
AS I REALIZED WHAT YOU MEANT TO ME.
I HAD TO GET YOU INTO MY LIFE.
COULDN'T HELP BUT WONDER WHAT YOU WERE LIKE.

LITTLE CHILDREN, PLAYING OUT THE DREAMS OF TOMORROW.
THE OLD AND LONELY PEOPLE,
RELIVING GOLDEN MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY.

IT WAS A COLD DAY IN DECEMBER,
AND I ALWAYS, WILL REMEMBER. BUT I WANT TO FORGET.
YOU WEREN'T SICK, BUT YOU WERE DYING.
THE END CAME TOO QUICK. LEFT ME NUMB AND CRYING.
THEN THE CHANCE FOR PEACE, SEEMED TRAMPLED IN THE STREET.
AND ALL OF THE LOVE, PRACTICALLY COLLAPSED INTO REGRET.

OH-OH, OH-OH, OH-OH, OH-OH, OH, OH-OH,
TELL ME WHY YOU HAD TO GO,
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET,
TAKE ME DOWN YOUR WINDING ROADS AND LANES,
AND THROUGH THOSE FIELDS AGAIN.
YOU PUT SOMETHING IN THE AIR, HERE THERE AND EVERYWHERE.
SENT ME FLYING NOWHERE MAN HAS EVER BEEN,
EVER SINCE, THAT SUNDAY,
EVER SINCE, THAT SUNDAY,
CAN'T FORGET, THAT SUNDAY. YEAH!