Clip Sunday Best

When she's sleeping on the sofa When she's laying in her Sunday best When she's turning over Friday I could swear I'm sleeping less and less And the ocean's getting warmer And California's on her mind Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright But I won't No I won't Cause she's already out the door She's already out of here She's already gone away already gone away When I'm comin' over Sunday And I think about you all the time I wonder what you're doing I wonder why you never cry When Boston's always raining And we never ever seemed alive I sun about you once now, I guess I might as well But I won't No I won't Cause I'm already out the door I'm already out of here I've already gone away, already gone away