"Raining On Sunday" by Keith Urban

It ticks just like a Timex It never lets up on you Who said life was easy The job is never through It'll run us 'til we're ragged It'll harden our hearts And love could use a day of rest Before we both start falling apart I Pray that it's raining on Sunday Stormin' like crazy We'll hide under the covers all afternoon Baby whatever comes Monday Can take care of itself 'Cause we've got better things that we can do When it's raining on Sunday Your love is like religion A cross in Mexico And your kiss is like the innocence Of a prayer nailed to a door Oh surrender is much sweeter When we both let it go Let the water wash our bodies clean And love wash our souls And pray that it's raining on Sunday Stormin' like crazy And we'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes Monday Can take care of itself 'Cause we've got better things that we can do When it's raining on Sunday Ooh, oh oh I Pray that it's raining on Sunday Stormin' like crazy We'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes Monday Can take care of itself 'Cause we've got better things that we can do When it's raining on Sunday Ooh, oh oh When it's raining on Sunday When it's raining on Sunday Let it rain Whoo, ooh