The night's over
your fading
It always ends the same
Your hands on my shoulder
as we pull away
So many good times you and I
It makes it so hard to say good-bye
Cause it always feels like Sunday
When I drive you home
Baby, we'll be fine by Monday
but tonight I'm alone
Baby, when I can't be with you
I still want you close
Cause it always feels like Sunday
When you go
When you go