Sunday morning change
  With an ease of shadow
  A tender moment trade
  As it is so different now
  I gave my life away, was never easy
  A bridge I have to make, it means everything
  This time I'll have to learn two wrongs don't make it right
  Or to flatter despair
  I'm never turning back, its tense when we hang out
  But I really don't care
  Good morning little brave, as our fathers knew
  Every single trait, that I gave back to you
  Will you have it made?
  Will life be easier?
  Through cloud thunder rain, I'll still be there
  A precious switch, I had to make
  And on, and on, and on again
  Or will we make the same mistakes
  And then I'll act surprised
  Sunday morning change
  Will you have it made
  Will life be easier?