She Misses Him on Sunday the Most

They were quite a pair The way that love should be They still held hands For the world to see She's thankful that she had him all those years But she still has days she can't hold back the tears She misses their Monday night bowling league When they'd wear their matching shirts She misses their Wednesday night dinner out As soon as he got home from work And Saturday morning sleeping late Holding each other close But she misses him on Sunday the most She sits alone on that same old pew again His tenor voice still echoes now and then It brings back all those memories of him there by her side What she'd give for one more Sunday drive She misses their Monday night bowling league When they'd wear their matching shirts She misses their Wednesday night dinner out As soon as he got home from work And Saturday morning sleeping late Holding each other close But she misses him on Sunday the most But she misses him on Sunday the most