Sunday Drive

Album: Sunday Drive (2020)
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  • They didn't ever say where we were going
    We just climbed into the backseat
    Eyes wide open to the picture show outside
    I guess we really didn't understand it all

    Remember looking up at them in the front row
    Hands touched together, almost out of sight
    It's been a long, hard week but now the slow release
    Of a Sunday afternoon

    And we were only young but they were trying hard to reach us
    How was I to know that there was something so worth keeping?

    'Cause we were
    Watching the world through an open window
    Trees lined up like dominoes
    This old car could find its own way home
    It's the ordinary things that mean so much
    That's where I learned it all, from them
    To fight, to love, to laugh again
    Man, I thought we were only wasting time
    Out on a Sunday drive

    The song warms your soul just like an old friend
    Singing songs along that ribbon of a road
    And everyone you love is sitting there, so close
    You're never thinking that you'd ever get old
    No, you'll never get old

    Just watching the world through an open window
    Trees lined up like dominoes
    This old car could find its own way home
    It's the ordinary things that mean so much
    That's where I learned it all, from them
    To fight, to love, to laugh again
    Man, I thought we were only wasting time
    Out on a Sunday drive, oh

    I never said where we were going
    I just helped them to the back seat
    Dad, just laughed and said
    "Son, don't drive too far"
    Your mama gets pretty tired these days
    After a few miles I guess they recognized some places
    And I listened as they reminisced
    About a world that they had always known
    And how it's changing
    Probably never gonna be the same again

    I caught 'em in the mirror, they were holding hands and smiling
    Looking younger than they'd been in years
    Oh, through all the years

    And they were
    Watching the world through an open window
    Trees lined up like dominoes
    This old car could find its own way home
    It's the ordinary things that mean so much
    That's where I learned it all, from them
    To fight, to love, to laugh again
    Man, I thought we were only wasting time
    Out on a Sunday drive
    Out on a Sunday drive
    Out on a Sunday drive
    Out on a Sunday drive Writer/s: Barry George Dean, Don Mescall, Stephen Paul Robson
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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