My skin is
soaked by the river
rushing through me
The road is dry like a razor stuck inside
Yesterday I begged God to move me
I got so high
It hurts to close my eyes, and I want more
Than living on Sunday
But I'm not sure
How to live any other way
I want more
Than living on Sunday
I want more, I want more, I want more
Sure enough, morning light came blazing
Like the Holy Ghost made
me his chosen one
But I got up to nothing so amazing
Just another day
When nothing would get done
And I want more
I want more than living on Sunday
But I'm not sure
I'm not sure how to live any other way
I want more
I want more than livin' on Sunday
I want more, I want more, I want more
With a smile in your eyes
staring through me
Is it a lie that hurts my heart to leave?
I wonder what it was that
used to move me
And if I hadn't lost my way
Oh, where would I be?
And I want more
Oh, I want more
I want more
Than living on Sunday
But I'm not sure now
That I could live any other way
I want more than living on Sunday
I want more, I want more, I want more
I want more, I want more
than living on Sunday
I'm not sure how to live any other way
I want more than living on Sunday
I want more, I want more,
I want more
Thank you very much.