, Sunday Morning 6 A.M. Lyrics from "Bright Lights, Big City"
, Sunday Morning 6 A.M. Lyrics from "Bright Lights, Big City" |
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Sunday Morning 6 A.M. Lyricsby . From Bright Lights, Big City Sunday Morning 6 A.M. by Ensemble: It’s way after dark A new day is dawning Sunday morning heartbreak Jamie: I’m heady and light Flimsy as silk Battered and bruised As this carton of milk Mary O’Brien McCann: Jamie, I am Mary O’Brien McCann I’m a student at NYU I am missing I was last seen in Washington Square Wearing a sweater and blouse I am missing Please, could you find me? Please don’t go Please, could you find me? Please don’t go Don’t go Both: Don’t go Jamie: Don’t go Amanda: Jamie Jamie: Amanda? Amanda: Tonight, tonight let’s go to Old EI I read about it on a New York Magazine We’ll spend the day together in The bubble-maker, sugar sweet trouble Jamie: Amanda Amanda: Take a walk around the block Jamie: Amanda Amanda: Pick up some supplies Hey, husband, buy your Sunday Times And come home soon Don’t forget to go to Zito’s The smell of fresh beaked bread turns me on Isn’t this a beautiful Sunday? Isn’t this a beautiful Sunday? Jamie: Amanda, I can see that Sunday now Amanda, my typer was hyper all day that day And later that night the words fell from the sky And I plucked them off the rooftops from Manhattan And I wrote them down for you and I How long has it been since you left me, Amanda? Amanda: Three months, maybe four I don’t count anymore Jamie: I don’t count anymore Both: Wasn’t that a beautiful Sunday? Wasn’t that a beautiful Sunday? Amanda: In our darling little hovel Jamie: Before you became a model Amanda: Before you threw away your novel Jamie: The Great American Novel Amanda: At the end of Chapter Four Jamie: My typer isn’t hyper anymore Statue of Liberty: You are not the kind of boy Who should be coming home At this time of the morning Heartbreak, Sunday Morning, 6 A.M. All messed up, no place to go So, tell me, what would mother say? So say, pray, what would brother say? I think it’s time you face the fact Your wife has run away Come let the darkness rise Open your eyes Bright lights, big city Bright lights, big city [Thanks to xjesusofsuburbiaxx@yahoo.com for lyrics]
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