This And Every Sunday

Come Sunday morning our new lives start
You are airborne with my calling card
three thousand reasons to stay apart

New York to L.A. with nothing to say
I'll still call everyday
Allison lost it again this and every Sunday
Allison lost it again this and every Sunday

Come Sunday evening you wear your brave face
in time to call me from Lisa's place
Tell me again how it's OK

New York to L.A. with nothing to say
I'll still call everyday
Allison lost it again this and every Sunday
Allison lost it again this and every Sunday

Tell me again how it's O.K.