Sunday Best

When she's sleeping on the sofa
 When she's laying in her Sunday best
 When she's turning over Friday
 I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
 And the ocean's getting warmer
 And California's on her mind
 Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright
 And I won't
 No I won't...
 No I won't...
 Cause she's already out the door
 She's already out of here
 She's already gone away... already gone away
 When I'm coming over Sunday
 And I think about you all the time
 I wonder what you're doin'
 I wonder why you never cry,
 When Boston's always raining
 And we never ever seemed alive
 I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well
 But I won't...
 No I won't...
 No I won't...
 Cause I'm already out the door
 I'm already out of here
 I'm already gone away... already gone away
 Well I'm already out of the door
 She's already out of here
 I've already gone away
 Already gone away