All songs / David Alan Graham
All songs / David Alan Graham

Dust in the light through the open blinds
Cotton sheets and a wandering mind
Dog with one ear up, half asleep
Ceiling fan turning like it's all it needs
You stretch real long, then settle back in
Stay where the warmth of your skin's been
Old wood floor where the sun comes through
Painting golden over me and you
Don't owe nobody a single word
Just the breathing of the morning heard
Slow like Sundays
Soft as the porch in early May
Hours go by like the wind is reading
Time forgot it's supposed to be leading
Slow like Sundays
Warm where the sunlight comes to stay
Quiet kind of close that we don't have to say
Like the whole wide world picked the kindest day
Slow like Sundays...
Pages turning in the other room
You barefoot in the kitchen's bloom
Toast and butter, a slow-spin tune
Outside the window, the sky's just blue
Yard out back where the lemon trees grow
Wind so easy you can hear it go
Some kind of peace I can't explain
Like time decided to stay the same
Don't have to do, don't have to be
Just exactly here next to me
Slow like Sundays
Soft as the porch in early May
Hours go by like the wind is reading
Time forgot it's supposed to be leading
Slow like Sundays
Warm where the sunlight comes to stay
Quiet kind of close that we don't have to say
Like the whole wide world picked the kindest day
Slow like Sundays...
Maybe Monday's coming
But it ain't coming now
Got the whole morning humming
Sweet and slow somehow
Slow like Sundays
Light just painting where it wants to play
Hours go by like the wind is reading
Time forgot it's supposed to be leading
Slow like Sundays
Soft as the porch on a quiet day
Quiet kind of close I'll keep for always
Found my forever in a backyard haze
Slow like Sundays...
Slow like Sundays...
Easy like Sundays...
E♭mDust in the light through the open blinds
Cotton sheets and a wandering mind
D♭Dog with one ear up, half asleep
Ceiling fan turning like it's all it needs
You E♭mstretch real long, then settle back in
Stay where the warmth of your skin's been
D♭Old wood floor where the sun comes through
Painting golden over me and you
Don't owe E♭mnobody a single word
B♭mJust the D♭breathing of the morning heard
E♭mSlow like FmSundays
Soft as the D♭porch in early May
B♭mHours go by G♭like the wind is reading
Time A♭forgot it's D♭supposed to be leading
Slow E♭mlike A♭Sundays
Warm where D♭the sunlight comes to stay
Quiet kind E♭mof close that we don't have to say
A♭Like the whole wide world Fmpicked the kindest day
B♭mSlow E♭mlike Sundays...
B♭mPages turning in the other room
You barefoot in the E♭mkitchen's bloom
Toast and butter, a slow-spin tune
Outside the window, D♭the sky's just blue
Yard out back where the G♭lemon trees grow
Wind so easy you can hear it go
Some kind of peace I can't explain
Like time decided to stay the same
Don't Fmhave to do, don't have to be
Just exactly here next to G♭me
Slow like FmSundays
Soft D♭as the porch in early B♭mMay
Hours G♭go by like the wind is reading
FmTime forgot D♭it's supposed to be leading
Slow B♭mlike E♭mSundays
D♭Warm where the sunlight comes to stay
Quiet B♭mkind of close that we don't E♭mhave to say
Like the whole wide world picked the kindest D♭day
Slow G♭like B♭mSundays...
FmMaybe Monday's coming
But it ain't coming now
Got the whole morning humming
Sweet B♭mand slow somehow
Slow E♭mlike Sundays
A♭Light just painting where D♭it wants to play
B♭mHours go by like E♭mthe wind is reading
Time forgot it's D♭supposed to be leading
G♭Slow like E♭mSundays
FmSoft as the porch D♭on a quiet day
E♭mQuiet kind of close I'll keep for always
Found Fmmy forever in D♭a backyard haze
B♭mSlow like E♭mSundays...
A♭Slow D♭like Sundays...
B♭mEasy like Sundays...
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