Sunday Afternoon Stroll

The sun is stuck behind the clouds
The wind is sounding like a cry
It’s almost four, I don’t know why
I plead with you to stay inside
Please don’t go out there
I get this feeling someone’s out there

So take your Sunday afternoon stroll
I get this feeling you won’t be coming home
Cause something way deep down inside
Tells me that this may be your last night

I watch you walk right out the door
Until I don’t see you in sight
I can’t explain these evil thoughts
That are racing through my mind
I think something’s out there
I just know that someone’s out there