From the recording Santa Monica

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Lyrics

On Sunday when I wake up, at 5am no doubt
I start a pot of coffee and I take the garbage out
The birds are singing sweetly as I step around the toys
And that is when ii say my prayers....before the city noise
 
Then there are no cell phones, no horns t’blare
No trains or factories, living in the air
And there is no sound, of television on
Sports, news or talking heads...
The Noise Pollution’s Gone
 
On Sunday when she wakes up, I hear her little walk
Comin’ down the staircase, but she takes awhile to talk
We walk about the garden where we create the art
And as I turn to touch her..she kisses me...from her heart
 
Chorus
Solo
 
Then there are no cell phones, no horns t’blare
No trains or factories, living in the air
And there is no sound, of television on
Cuz when my sugar kisses me........
The Noise Pollutiion’s Gone