120 Minutes

I am the only one who lives for Sunday

It comes on at Midnight

No one else knows

The sounds of bands that live left of the dial

Sometimes, they might get airplay for a while

But most of the time, they're only here for Sunday

I'd burn through more than one VCR

Taping the memories of bands and songs

I may only see once on a Sunday Night

And may never see again

I'd play and replay, and replay even more

Until the tapes couldn't take it anymore

They were never meant to take such abuse

I'd hold on for years, waiting and searching

To see their names on the shelf of a record store

Just to know that they were real

I'd burn through more than one VCR

Replaying the memories of bands and songs

I would only hear once on a Sunday Night

And would never hear again

I didn't spend my summers hanging out with friends

You have to have friends to even hang out with

All I had was Sunday for 120 Minutes

Every band I wish I could be in

Being the things I wish I could have been

Playing late on MTV, only here for the hardcore

Not Alternative Nation, but even further left of the dial

You might hear me on a college station if you get reception

Sandwiched between the Replacements and Pavement

I might be big in Canada and you would never know it

Because I only existed on Sunday Nights

Burning through more than one VCR

Keeping the memories of bands and songs

That no one would hear on a Sunday Night

Faded away into nothing

Faded away into something lost

Faded away on a VHS

Faded away into a memory

Of Sunday Nights here on MTV