Sunday

Oh my dear mother
 the phone's ringing again
 and I have to jump off the line.
 You're always on call
 with your back to the wall,
 and I'm never easy to find.
 So come see me on Sunday
 if you're around.
 I still play that same happy hour downtown.
 Stop by and visit
 and we can talk about my sister.
 You know I don't say it
 but you know that I miss her.
 Hey little sister you quit
 coming around.
 You quit bringing me pills
 just to watch me hit the ground.
 And I know that we're different
 than we used to be.
 Cause I'm nothing like you
 and you're just like me.
 So come and see me on Sunday
 if you're around.
 I still play that same happy hour downtown.
 Stop by and visit
 and we can talk about our mother
 and how we both wish she knew how much we loved her.
 Good morning daddy
 I'm glad I caught you today.
 I bought you this shot glass out in Santa Fe.
 I stopped by your house
 about two weeks ago.
 But I guess your new girlfriend said you weren't home.
 So come see me on Sunday
 if you're around.
 I still play that same happy hour downtown.
 Stop by and visit
 and we can talk about me.
 And you can relive your old days vicariously.