Well it's Sunday and it's pouring down rain. I know that we both kinda feel the same; And where will you be when the cold starts setting in? And where will you be when the little light grows dim? Well we woke up this morning with clouds over our bed; Can't explain why our love up and went dead. Well it's okay if you feel a little bitter pain, 'Cause it's Sunday and it's pouring down rain. Well the Sun never came shining today; Used to be things would always go our way. We're hanging on to the little bit we've got left, Never knowing if the feeling that we feel is best. Ah, Well it's Sunday and it's pouring down rain. Ah, Well it's Sunday and it's pouring down rain.