Espero Zaitzaket

Sunday's coming, you got no plans
A cheap Hollywood movie
Five hundred rock and roll songs
I'll write them so you won't get bored
We could draw the sky on the floor
Come alone, there's no one home
And I hope to see you

Sunday's coming, you got no plans
Athletic, Athletic, a terrible game
Five hundred rock and roll songs
Come alone, there's no one home

And I hope to see you

Tell me what your name is
Give me your address
And if I feel all alone
We'll see each other
In this tough fight we all have
Against loneliness