Sunday Mornings - Elder Brother

Don’t let the sun go down on your anger

The longest day in history still had to end

Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky

Cause you’ll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry

But I pay no attention to

The things that hide out past the moon

Or anything I can’t directly view

But you are the exception

That proved my rule

Yeah, you are the exception

That proved my rule

You’ve got so many mountains

And no one to trust

And you’ve got lonely Sunday mornings

And two inches of dust

And you’ve got a lot of options

You’re still stuck in between

And you’ve got some new tattoos

But you’re still not sure what they mean

So lay down in a bed

Made of books you haven’t read

And call me when you’ve caught your second wind

But I pay no attention to

The things that hide out past the moon

Or anything I can’t directly view

But you are the exception

That proved my rule

Yeah, you are the exception

That proved my rule

Don’t let the sun go down on your anger

The longest day in history still had to end

Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky

Cause you’ll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry