Sunday St

when it gets so dark 
 that i can't see out 
 i think about my brother 
 and how i cannot leave him 
 and i know i'll see this through 

 drove around all night 
 slept in the back seat 
 woke up lost and clouded 
  
 walked around and thought about it 

 it was sunday & the street was empty 
 the sound of ringing bells 
 pulled me back again 
 i don't want you to hear those bells 
 ringing for me 

 the sunday street