Some Sunday
I need a place to run and hide where my troubles cannot find me.
There has to be somewhere that people go when there is nowhere left to go.
In this life I've tried my best to make all the friends I can,
again I sit here surrounded by people, a lonely man again.
Every day is another day that my heart gets broke again.
Some days I try to run away, I just end up back where I began.
One day I'll find a place to stay where my troubles will not go.
On that day I hope she is there before to my grave I go.
I never liked to hang on to bad feelings that were inside of me.
There has always been another day I've looked forward to whenever I felt low,
in my life I've tried my best to be happy when I can,
again there are tears running from my eyes, and yet I'll smile again.
Every day is another day that I smile again.
Some days I think today is the day, yet I must look on again.
One day I'll find a place to stay where heartaches dare not go.
On that day our love can stay, she will not have to go.
I need a place to run and hide where my troubles will not find me.
There has to be a time in life, when the woman I love will confide in me,
in our love I've tried my best to love her all I can,
again we've gone our separate ways, yet I want her back again.
Every day is another day that my heart gets broke again.
Some days I try to run away, I just end up back where I began.
One day I'll find a place to stay where my troubles will not go.
On that day I hope she is there before to my grave I go.
P. J. Campise
