On Sunday -

F#m 244 222

C#m X46654

C#m7 X46454

A2 X02200

Caug X32110

E/B X22100

A#m7−5 X12120

You should take a walk

but its just the same wherever you go

you just wish the ghost was gone

So you make some calls

but its talking while you’re wanting to go

you’re just ringing phones for fun

You can always make a new excuse to cry

but you don’t have to use it on yourself

So why spend your sadness now

save it up for me on Sunday

and why is lonely all you have

when love is what you’ll find on Sunday

You might guard your heart B F#

but its awfully fun to have it brokena F#m E

or at least to leave a bruise B F# F#m E

It becomes an art B F#

though the rules of which are rarely spoken F#m E

by the lucky ones who can choose B F# F#m E

So your pain becomes another souvenir C#m C#m7 A

and your souvenirs become your world C#m Caug E/B A#m7−5 A A2

So why spend your sadness now E Bm A

save it up for me on Sunday E Bm A

and why is lonely all you have E Bm A

when love is what you’ll find on Sunday E Bm A

||: F#m C#m D (1: Bm) :||

Why spend your sadness now

save it up for me on Sunday

and why is lonely all you have

when love is what you’ll find on Sunday