Wilco’s “One Sunday Morning” is a quiet, meandering song about family, deficiency, and the complexity of love. It doesn’t move quickly, but invites us to slow down and turn inward.

Tweedy sings:

“And your father’s last words,
Were ‘I can’t believe
What I’ve done…’”

These lines reflect the weight of regret that many of us carry, even when it isn’t our own. Therapy often becomes a space to explore how the echoes of time, the memory of words behind us, or words never said continue to shape us.

Later, he admits, “I said it’s your God I don’t believe in.” This line captivates the tender pain of stepping away from someone else’s beliefs. When we do that it can feel both freeing and lonely. It’s a reminder that growth sometimes asks us to create distance without rejecting those we love.

Tweedy also sings, “I was told the world would never end.” That lyric carries both innocence and disillusionment. It’s like those moments when we’re confronted with the limitations of our childhood certainties and they slip away from us to adult realities, sort of like an annihilation of a worldview. In therapy, many of us return to moments of reckoning, reinvestigating what something was and learning how to grieve what we once believed while opening space up for a new kind of hope.

And then, the refrain: “One Sunday morning, the end of it all.” It returns again and again, just as a memory returns in waves. The song holds a quiet wisdom, that healing isn’t about closure, but about learning to carry both love and hurt side by side. Like this song, we can practice simply being with the tension: listening, breathing, remembering, and trusting that meaning can grow even in what we don’t fully understand.