Sundays are for listening to songs you haven't listened to in years.

The city will always bug you baby
I know for me it does the same
It's pretty I suppose from inside a plane
That's heading for another place
But wave and blow me one more kiss
You're a dead-eye baby
You never miss
There's no much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard
I broke my wrist

But don't act broken
Even when you're broken
It's just one of those things
Thank god your timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff that you bring

-Hawksley Workman