there's a girl i know that lives on the west side
and she's sweeter than a breaking wave
there's a bus that takes me in from the suburbs
and she meets me on the colonnade
she says why don't we just go away
baby why can't we have some fun
but when sunday morning comes around i'm gone
sunday the bus drives
back up the west side
up in the window
she whispers don't go
i know that one day
there won't be sunday
weeks only six days
and i will get to stay
so i'll be crying on the way through new haven
i'll be crying on the way back home
and the road that stretches out behind me
is the only place i want to go
well today the fire hydrants open and
all the kids are out there on the street
but that fading summer sun is killing me
sunday the bus drives
back up the west side
up in the window
she whispers don't go
i know that one day
there won't be sunday
weeks only six days
and i will get to stay
doesn't it hurt to be in love
doesn't the sun just make you mad
why must we try to understand
why some are sad
why some are sad
sunday the bus drives
back up the west side
up in the window
she whispers don't go
i know that one day
there won't be sunday
weeks only six days
and i will get to stay