Every Other Sunday Morning

We’re losing faith in one another

I’m losing hope for better days

You wanna know how to fix it seven years a little late

You can’t measure sadness by your sorrow

You’re counting drops of heavy rain

Forever crawling out from under all the rubble, all the pain

I can’t remember why we were fighting

I can’t remember what made you mad

But I’m running out that old sweet forgiveness for you, for you

Dressing up on Sunday morning

Every other one’s the same

We sing divided hallelujah. There’s gotta be a better way.

And I can’t remember why we were fighting

I can’t remember what made you mad

But I’m running out that old sweet forgiveness for you, for you.

Oh sweet forgiveness, sweet forgiveness

I can’t tell you how to fix it.

I can’t tell you when I gave up.

But I’m running out that old sweet forgiveness for you.