Sunday morning comming down

Well , I ()woke up Sunday morning, with no ()hurt and the ()beer i had for breakfast, wasn«t () than I ()fumbled through my closet, for my () than I ()washed my face and combed my hair, ()day. 2. Well I smoked my brain the night before , with cigarets and songs that we been picking And I lit my first and stopped to watch , a small kid with a can that he was kicking Than I crossed an empty street , and caught the Sunday-smell of someone«s frying chicken and it took me back to something , that I lost somewhere somehow along the way On a Sunday morning ()sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was ()stoned Cause there is something in a ()Sunday, that makes somebody feel a-()-lone And there's nothing short of ()dieing, half as lone some as the ()sound of a sleeping city ()sidewalk, ( 3. In a park I saw a Daddy , with a laughing little girl he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school, and listened to the songs that they were singing Than I hadded back for home , and some whrer far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed to the canyons , like the dissapearing dreames of yesterday