Listen to Miss You Sundays

When you’re learning to live alone, Sundays are a special kind of insult. The good news: Learn to survive lonesome Sundays and you can survive lonesome anything.

Bonus video: Miss Juli and I cooked this up on New Year’s Day, 2014. The audio is from my 2002 solo release Thundar the Boy Giant. And don’t let my crafty stage presence fool you — I’m lip-syncing here. (No, really!) And the guitar work is by my good friend and actual guitarist Mark Horton, not me.


Miss You Sundays

© 2001 Bryan Masters

C  D/F#m  C  D/F#m  C  D/F#m  G  C  G

               C                G
It's just the force of Sunday habit
     C               D
To call you on the phone
      C                 G
And ask you how you're doin'
  D
Tell you how it's goin'
         C                    G
But you never ask for details
        C             D
Don't seem to want to know
  C                   Am       D      G  C  G
Guess that's why you said you had to go

            C
You see I can't
      D       G
get used to Sundays
         C                 D
And the sound of no one there
      C          D       G
So I smoke and drink my coffee
      D
And fidget in my chair
              C      D         G
You know the summertime gets lonesome
            C                 D
Just like winter, spring and fall
   C                 Am
Guess I miss you Sundays
D        G     Em
most of all
   C              D
Guess I miss you Sundays
         G  C  G
most of all

Sunday boredom
makes me crazy
I'm sick and tired of bein' alone
So I head out on the blacktop
When I get the urge to roam
But I never seem to get far
'bout a hundred miles away
I head back home, and home is where I'll stay

You see I can't
get used to Sundays
and the sound of no one there
so I smoke and drink my whiskey
and smoke some more and stare
You know the summertime gets lonesome
Just like winter, spring and fall
Guess I miss you Sundays most of all

Well, y'see most days just aren't like this
And mostly I feel great
But Sunday's got a rhythm
Seems impossible to shake
And all my friends they tell me
That they're glad I'm doing fine
I'm just glad it's not Sunday all the time

Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP