Lyrics
On Sunday when I wake up
At 5 a.m., no doubt
I start a pot of coffee
And I take the garbage out
The birds are singing sweetly
As I step around the toys
And that is when I say my prayers
Before the city noise
And there are no cell phones
No horns to blare
No trains or factories
Living in the air
And there is no sound
Of television on
Sports, news, or talking heads
The noise pollution's gone
On Sunday when she wakes up
I hear her little walk
Coming down the staircase
But she takes a while to talk
We walk about the garden
Where we create the art
And as I turn to touch her
She kisses me from her heart
Then there are no cell phones
No horns to blare
No trains or factories
Living in the air
And there is no sound
Of television on
Sports, news, or talking heads
The noise pollution's gone
Then there are no cell phones
No horns to blare
No trains or factories
Living in the air
And there is no sound
Of television on
'Cause when my sugar kisses me
The noise pollution's gone