I thought I knew the answer to the question
It feeded in, it turned away
For myth of time, for sun if I didnt fagments?
That fed into an endless day

Looking for whatever
and I never learned the candlelight is burning low
I held on to the afterglow

In the year of the month of Sundays
It could have been me on my way
It could have been anything at all
In the year of the month of Sundays
I could have been lost in LA
Could have been anywhere at all

I wake up in a dreamy days and wonder
and just how lonely been there watchin