Lyrics

Staring out the back window
Squirming in my pantyhose
9 am and it's already 85
Ain't much here to cause alarm
Yard sales and tobacco barns
Dogwood trees and river birch
Sunday on the way to church

Mama wears her makeup thick
Daddy wakes up in the mornings sick
Me, I spend a lot of time alone
Wondering if time will tell
All the secrets we keep to ourselves
Jesus save us from our worst
Sunday on the way to church

Oh glory, I'll fly away
Straight into that summer sun one day
To the place the mystery becomes clear
Pull into the parking lot
Remember what you forgot
One day the last shall be the first
Sunday on the way to church