take a walk on sunday it ain t that hard take a walk on sunday it ain t that hard if my thoughts are hard to gather if i don t know where to start it ain t my mind that matters for i have an unsophisticated heart tried to trust a stranger it got hard you know i tried to trust a stranger it got hard now i see things like a soldier and i m jealous of the dark but if my eyes have only gotten older i still have an unsophisticated heart oh my eyes will be hard and my voice will be guarded my mind s so bewildered and buried in the garden you may still know me by just one part i tried to keep your secret it got hard there was nowhere i could keep it it got hard and there s one thing that s for certain when they come with their dogs and their cars i can hide behind the thinnest of curtains for i have an unsophisticated heart for i for i