Sunday’s Daughter

Sunday's Daughter
With a suitcase and radio
And some baggage from the past
How I got here baby, I don't know
Or even if I'm gonna last
I missed a drop off back in Tennessee
A couple friends I'm supposed to meet
I just stayed on Greyhound's limousine
Well, it's nothing I cannot repeat
Early water
Early rain
Early mornings all alone
Sunday's daughter
Lays her claim
Under this river made of stones
I have lost many times
But I keep it all inside
Like tides that crossed between the lines
I wonder if its mine to hide
These rocks can heal with memories
They can't return if they don't leave
So if you feel some distant breeze
Move you along that's all you need
Early water
Early rain
Early mornings all alone
Sunday's daughter
Lays her claim
Under this river made of stones
Sunday's daughter
Lays her claim
Under this river made of stones