Letra de She Misses Him On Sunday The Most

They were quite a pair
The way that love should be
They still held hands
For the world to see
She's thankful that she had him all those years
But she still has days
She can't hold back the tears

Misses a Monday Night Bowling League
When they'd wear their matching shirts
Misses a Wednesday Dinner route
Soon as he got home from work
Saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on Sunday the most

She sits alone
On the same old pew again
His tenor voice
Still echo's now and then
Brings back all those memories
In there by her side
What she'd give for one more Sunday drive

Misses a Monday Night Bowling League
When they'd wear their matching shirts
Misses the Wednesday Dinner now
Soon as he got home from work
Saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on Sunday the most

But she misses him on Sunday the most