Sunday Shoes Lyrics

You scuffed your Sunday shoes when you leapt the fence
To chase the wolves from your baby sister
Who was eating dirt in the flowerbed
Near the house where your mother hung her head
And wept for the Lord to fill her up
Like buttermilk pancakes at Sunday brunch

The town was swept away in oceans of praise
We talk about how we're headed home
And how we'll all be held in the arms of the most selfless love
And the good that we all have done is already written down
And we shall become the nominon

You scuffed your Sunday shoes when you leapt the fence
To save your sister from those hungry wolves
But you fell the wrong way, yea you broke your leg
And now the animals are turning their heads
They're turning, now now they're turning back
They're turning back to take you to their den
And lick your bones to take you down to their home
And kiss all on your bones
But don't be afraid to go with them
Don't be afraid to be carried home
The sky, it will open up
It will swallow you hole
But don't worry, my love
It will feel so nice on your soul
So nice on your soul

And you will be laid to rest by gentle hands
And you will be surely missed by your mother and your father
And you, you will become your most favorite color
You, you will become your most favorite color
And like the dinosaurs discovered and laid to rest
Like the dinosaurs puzzled over and laid to rest
Like the dinosaurs pieced back together and laid to rest
Don't you fret for your baby sister now