There must have been a hundred parties, and I hid everyone in town. Now the sun is a-coming up, and this room is turning round. Outside the church bell's a-ringing, I can't hardly stand the pain. This pounding in my head is nearly driving me insane. It's gonna take a month for Sundays to get to me over Saturday night. If I look as bad as I feel, then I must be a sight. Oh, I'd give everything at home for anything to make it right. It's gonna take a month for Sundays to get me over Saturday night. If I knew then what I know now, if I'd have thought it over again, I'd have stayed at home where I belong, I wouldn't be crawling in. I wouldn't be laying here with that echo of that honky-tonk crowd. And listening to the sunrise, even that's a little too loud. It's gonna take a month for Sundays to get me over Saturday night. If I look as bad as I feel, then I must be a sight. Oh, I'd give everything at home for anything to make it right. It's gonna take a month for Sundays to get me over Saturday night. It's gonna take a month for Sundays to get me over Saturday night. www.circlelineartschool.com