Verse 1:
Nothingâs sacred, the days are cheap.
Truth is thin on the ground.
Still our prophets are crucified.
Nobody believes theyâre stumblinâ.
Itâs Friday, but Sunday is cominâ.
Verse 2:
Someoneâs saying a prayer tonight.
For a hungry mouth to be fed.
Someone kneels in the dark somewhere;
Darkness is already crumblinâ.
Yeah, itâs Friday, but Sunday is comes.
Chorus:
Sunday!
Hallelujah!
Itâs not so far, itâs not so far away.
Sunday!
Hallelujah!
Itâs not so far, itâs not so far away.
Riff:
Verse 3:
Broken promises, weary hearts.
But one promise remains.
Crucified, He will come again.
Itâs Friday, but Sunday is cominâ.
Yeah, itâs Friday, but Sunday is cominâ!
Chorus:
Sunday!
Hallelujah!
Itâs not so far, itâs not so far away.
Sunday!
Hallelujah!
Itâs not so far, itâs not so far away.
Solo:
(2x)
Bridge:
Darkness is already crumblinâ.
Itâs Friday, but Sunday is cominâ.
Yeah, itâs Friday but Sunday is cominâ.
Can you feel it?
Here it comes.
Ending Chorus:
Sunday!
Hallelujah!
Itâs not so far, itâs not so far away.
Sunday!
Hallelujah!
Itâs not so far, our God will have His day!
(2x)