Month Of Sundays

Ive been living in this month of Sundays for so long I dont remember Saturday night. Broken records dont play new tunes except for once in a blue moon. And Ive looked but the moon is still white. Verse And Ive been summoned to the summit of Sundays someone somewhere may do something with his life. A smokers lungs dont blow balloons except for once in a blue moon. And Ive looked but the moon is still white. Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots, fireworks always fade too soon. Empty words dont mean a lot and from me thats all youve got. But I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon. Verse Ive been living in this month of Sundays, and I forget what Monday morning feels like. Blushing brides and handsome grooms deep in debt from honeymoons Stare above but the moon is still white. Ive wandered into wondering if one day, when the war is won, and one finally made two When we think not of what weve not, and think only of what weve got And we go dancing underneath the blue moon. Verse All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awful lot, and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms Empty words dont mean a lot, but from me thats all youve got. I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon. Bridge Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Verse So Ive been living in this month of Sundays and I dont know it, this month may be through. So will you tell me that youll wait for as long as it may take And I swear darling Ill show you a blue moon Oh my darling Ill show you a blue moon.