Bill Mericle - Stormy Sunday Lyrics

Seems like another stormy Monday
Taken back to stormy Sunday
Seems like another bat out of hell
Flying through the wishing well

Another stormy Sunday

Why does it come on every other day
What is it about a stormy Sunday
Where have all my friends gone
And my lady
Seems like my head might explode
I don't have another piece of road
To throw down in front of me to walk on

It's a funny thing stormy Sunday

Trying to stay out of harms way
It's exhausting me stormy Sunday
Trying to pay my own way
It's exhausting stormy Sunday

It's going to wash me clean
I hope that it makes my clothes clean
The rain is coming down one more time
Stormy Sunday
Stormy Sunday