Sunday Morning

I been restless, you been helpless
We been stranded too
I been tired, you been hungry
Learning how to sing the blues
You can shout for change
And worry about the state of the world

But it'll take a little more than praying on a Sunday morning

I been running, you been hinding
We been carrying on
I been hollering, you been crying
Up til the break of dawn
You can shout for change
And worry about the state of the world

But it'll take a little more than praying on a Sunday morning

You get down on your knees
And you put your hands together
Leave it to the weatherman
To cry about the weather
Gonna take a little bread, a little blood
A little something from your sister, your brother
If this thing's gonna get any better