Well I know it's just a spring haze
  But I don't much like the look of it
  And if omens are a god send like men
  Breezing in
  Certain these clouds go somewhere
  Billowing out to somewhere
  In a single engine cessna
  You say we'll never make it there
  So all we do is circle it
    Uh oh
  Let go
  Off on my way
  Unseen this eternal wanting
  Uh oh
  Way to go
  So I get creamed
  Waiting for Sunday to drown
  Uh oh
  Way to go
  Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land
  Uh oh
  Way to go
  Waiting on Sunday
  Waiting on sunday to drown
    So I know it's just a spring haze
  But I don't much like the look of it
  And all we do is circle it
  And I found out where my edge is
  And it bleeds into where you resist
  And my only way, way out is to go
  So far in
  Billowing out to somewhere
  Billowing out
  Luna riviera
  Billowing out to Somewhere
    Uh oh
  Let go
  Off on my way
  Unseen this eternal wanting
  Let go
  So if I really get creamed
  Waiting for Sunday to drown
  Waiting on Sunday to drown
    Why does it always end up like this
  Why does it always end up like this
  Why does it always end up like this
    Uh oh
  Off on my way
  Unseen this eternal wanting
  Let go
  Way to go
  So I get creamed
  Waiting on Sunday to drown
  Uh oh
  Waiting on
  Waiting on Sunday
  Waiting on Sunday to land
  Uh oh
  Waiting on
  Waiting on Sunday
  Waiting on Sunday to drown
  Waiting on Sunday to
  Waiting
  Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land
  Uh oh
  So if I really get creamed
  Waiting on Sunday to drown