Texty: Doves. Lost Souls. Here It Comes.

This is a call
A call to all
It goes out to those who've been there
And I should know
Because I've been
Maybe once a week on Mondays
You should have seen
What I've seen
She doubles up and comes back Sundays
And she will come
Into your heart
It goes on and on and on

Here it comes
Here comes my day in the sun
Here it comes
Here comes my time in the sun

This is the day
This is the time
To stare at the skies in wonder
We live a lie
You'll never find
Never in a month of Sundays
You should have seen
What I've seen
He doubles up and comes back Mondays
And he will come
Into your heart
It goes on and on and on

Here it comes
Here comes my day in the sun
Here it comes
Here comes my time in the sun
And you don't know
How it feels
Here it comes
Here comes my time in the sun