On Sunday

F#m 244 222
C#m X46654
C#m7 X46454
A2 X02200
Caug X32110
E/B X22100
A#m7−5 X12120
You should take a walk
but its just the same wherever you go
you just wish the ghost was gone
So you make some calls
but its talking while you’re wanting to go
you’re just ringing phones for fun
You can always make a new excuse to cry
but you don’t have to use it on yourself
So why spend your sadness now
save it up for me on Sunday
and why is lonely all you have
when love is what you’ll find on Sunday
You might guard your heart B F#
but its awfully fun to have it brokena F#m E
or at least to leave a bruise B F# F#m E
It becomes an art B F#
though the rules of which are rarely spoken F#m E
by the lucky ones who can choose B F# F#m E
So your pain becomes another souvenir C#m C#m7 A
and your souvenirs become your world C#m Caug E/B A#m7−5 A A2
So why spend your sadness now E Bm A
save it up for me on Sunday E Bm A
and why is lonely all you have E Bm A
when love is what you’ll find on Sunday E Bm A