Текст: The Doobie Brothers. Another Park Another Sunday.

I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window

And I wonder where you've gone

Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn

Outside the wind is blowin'

It seems to call your name again

Where have you gone

City streets and lonely highways

I travel down

My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down

I'm just tryin' to find me

A pretty smile that I can get into

It's true, I'm lost without you



Another lonely park, another Sunday

Why is it life turns out that way

Just when you think you got a good thing

It seems to slip away



It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky

But I need a place to go and hide

I keep it to myself

I don't want nobody else

To see me cryin' all those tears in my eyes



Another park, another Sunday

Why is it life turns out that way

Just when you think you got a good thing

It seems to slip away

Another park, another Sunday

It's dark and empty thanks to you

I got to get myself together

But it's hard to do