Too Wild for Sunday

But I'm coming when I said

My shirt still smells like amplifier heat
Your work shoes wait beside the mat
I play the rooms that wake at midnight
You open curtains while I pack
We used to call it being different
When I forgot what time we'd planned
You said, "I'm not against your music
I just need more than, 'Understand'"

I can't keep calling it my nature
When it leaves you waiting by yourself

Too wild for Sunday, too worn out for sleep
But a promise is a promise, and this one I keep
Too wild for Sunday, maybe that's still true
I'm not too wild to make a life with you

They offer one more set next weekend
I tell them I already made a plan
I meet you early at the garden store
Still half asleep, your list in hand
You laugh to see me carrying roses
I used to send them after I was late
We take our time along the rows
No apology inside the blooms

Too wild for Sunday, too worn out for sleep
But a promise is a promise, and this one I keep
Too wild for Sunday, maybe that's still true
I'm not too wild to make a life with you

You never asked me for a halo
You only asked me not to lie
I don't have to lose my wildness
To stop leaving you behind

Too wild for Sunday, still music in my feet
Here beside you, where I said I'd be
Too wild for Sunday, I can keep that part true
And still be someone who shows up for you

Too wild for Sunday
But right on time for you