Bright Lights, Big City movie - Sunday Morning 6 A.M. lyrics
rate me<br>
Ensemble:<br>
It’s way after dark<br>
A new day is dawning<br>
Sunday morning heartbreak<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
I’m heady and light<br>
Flimsy as silk<br>
Battered and bruised<br>
As this carton of milk<br>
<br>
Mary O’Brien McCann:<br>
Jamie,<br>
I am Mary O’Brien McCann<br>
I’m a student at NYU<br>
I am missing<br>
I was last seen in Washington Square<br>
Wearing a sweater and blouse<br>
I am missing<br>
Please, could you find me?<br>
Please don’t go<br>
Please, could you find me?<br>
Please don’t go<br>
Don’t go<br>
<br>
Both:<br>
Don’t go<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
Don’t go<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
Jamie<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
Amanda?<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
Tonight, tonight let’s go to Old EI<br>
I read about it on a New York Magazine<br>
We’ll spend the day together in <br>
The bubble-maker, sugar sweet trouble<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
Amanda<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
Take a walk around the block<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
Amanda<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
Pick up some supplies<br>
Hey, husband, buy your Sunday Times<br>
And come home soon<br>
Don’t forget to go to Zito’s<br>
The smell of fresh beaked bread turns me on<br>
Isn’t this a beautiful Sunday?<br>
Isn’t this a beautiful Sunday?<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
Amanda, I can see that Sunday now<br>
Amanda, my typer was hyper all day that day<br>
And later that night the words fell from the sky<br>
And I plucked them off the rooftops from Manhattan<br>
And I wrote them down for you and I<br>
How long has it been since you left me, Amanda?<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
Three months, maybe four<br>
I don’t count anymore<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
I don’t count anymore<br>
<br>
Both:<br>
Wasn’t that a beautiful Sunday?<br>
Wasn’t that a beautiful Sunday?<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
In our darling little hovel<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
Before you became a model<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
Before you threw away your novel<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
The Great American Novel<br>
<br>
Amanda:<br>
At the end of Chapter Four<br>
<br>
Jamie:<br>
My typer isn’t hyper anymore<br>
<br>
Statue of Liberty:<br>
You are not the kind of boy<br>
Who should be coming home <br>
At this time of the morning<br>
Heartbreak, Sunday Morning, 6 A.M.<br>
All messed up, no place to go<br>
So, tell me, what would mother say?<br>
So say, pray, what would brother say?<br>
I think it’s time you face the fact<br>
Your wife has run away<br>
Come let the darkness rise<br>
Open your eyes<br>
Bright lights, big city<br>
Bright lights, big city<br>
<br>
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