Sundays
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day of the week I feel alright
But I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Sunday's supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes
But how come that's the day I always get the blues
And I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Ever since you had to go I just carry on
But deep down inside I know there's something wrong
And I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
De lunes a sábado me las arreglo bien
Cada otro día de la semana me siento bien
Pero no sé por qué
No sé por qué
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
Se supone que los domingos son para relajarse
Pero ¿cómo es que siempre me pongo melancólico ese día?
Y no sé por qué
No sé por qué
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
Desde que te fuiste, sigo adelante
Pero en el fondo sé que algo anda mal
Y no sé por qué
No sé por qué
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
No logro sobrevivir los domingos
Escrita por: Lucinda Williams