I will try to take you home.
Take you away from the world below.
Drive my car up your road,
only waiting for the rain to go.
Sunday morning rain is falling baby.
I don’t know if it’ll go away.
But I know I will be coming baby,
when sunday morning goes away.
I hope you won’t be sad
if I don’t come at all.
You have to understand,
that sunday morning won’t come at all.
And I hope you’ll stay,
when the rain goes away.