Intro: (x3) They were quite a pair, the way that love should be. They still held hands for the world to see. She's thankful that she had him all those years, But she still has days she can't hold back the tears. She misses their Monday night bowling league, When they’d wear their matching shirts She misses their Wednesday night dinner out, As soon as he got home from work. And Saturday morning sleeping late, Holding each other close, (x3) But she misses him on Sun - day the most. She sits alone on that same old pew again. His tenor voice still echoes now and then. It brings back all those memories of him there by her side. What she’d give for one more Sunday drive. She misses their Monday night bowling league, When they’d wear their matching shirts She misses their Wednesday night dinner out, As soon as he got home from work. And Saturday morning sleeping late, Holding each other close, (x2) But she misses him on Sun - day the most. ) But she misses him on Sun - day the most.