Sunday Sound

Lyrics: Chris Robinson, Marc Ford
Music: Chris Robinson, Marc Ford

A New Earth Mud song sung by Chris Robinson with Phil Lesh & Friends.

Stuck up in a lush life
The phone lines are down
Out on the salt flats
They take their money to town
Just like water on the ground
We will find our way

Hallucination nation
We got our vaccine
Dancing for quarters
Ain't as underground as it seems
Just like water on the ground
We will find our way

Well I'd like to dance with you
As the band plays on
I'd like to talk with you
Till dawn
We'll make a Sunday sound
Loud and clear
We'll make a Sunday sound
That love's here
Love's here

Decompression, coming up for air
A minor complication
To what it is you caught down there
And just like water on the ground
Say we will find our way

Well I'd like to dance with you
As the band plays on
I'd like to talk with you
Till dawn
We'll make a Sunday sound
Loud and clear
We'll make a Sunday sound
That love's here
Say love's here

We'll it's hard enough just staying friendly
Just to remain the apple of your eye
Well these days I stay busy
'Cause making something outta nothing just ain't passing time

New Mexico love song
Warm your feathers in the sun
Your California traffic
Well it just it just ain't no fun

Just like water on the ground
We will find our way

Well I'd like to dance with you
As the band plays on
I'd like to talk with you
Till dawn
We'll make a Sunday sound
Loud and clear
We'll make a Sunday sound
That love's here
Love's here