Sunday Serenade is a groovy and melancholic americana testimonial about spiritual disillusionment and the desire to change the aspects of yourself you might dislike.
Lyrics
My head’s pounding at church
Well it, ain’t the first time I’ve sat in this pew and hurt
Oh it’s a lonesome, hollow sound
Everybody’s praises ringing out, ringing out
My head’s pounding at church
Can’t stop, hurting who I love
There’s this, broken thing in me
I keep trying to fill it up
I keep pouring it down
And it keeps running out
Just like my bank account
Can’t stop hurting who I love
You won’t know ‘til you know
You won’t stop doing it until you just don’t
You won’t know ‘til you know
You won’t stop doing it until you just don’t
Somehow it ain’t well with my soul
That old river it ain’t peaceful anymore
Now the choir’s at full tilt
Letting their sea of sorrows spill, sorrows spill
Somehow, it ain’t well with my soul
You won’t know ‘til you know
You won’t stop doing it until you just don’t
You won’t know ‘til you know
You won’t stop doing it until you just don’t
Util you just don’t
Yeah, ooh