When the Vegas interlude
Meets the Vegas sun
We are deeply connected to our feelings
Such charms and chimes fulfill the air
This Sunday has us dancing
Oh lady in the white chariot, we miss you so
For Sunday screams her ratchet prelude
As I listen to the people
Yelling and screaming
Along with this ratchet prelude
Oh what is Sunday without the sun?
And what is Sunday without the rain?
Hold on to me in your vividness
And don\'t set me free
Oh love what hails this royal case,
This royal case I have endured?
For you are Tim, the only man;
The only man who fuels the soul.