Sunday Driver — текст песни (Blue County)

Sunday Driver

His left elbow is hanging out the window
His left finger steerin` the wheel
His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart
and it`s paradise in his love mobile

And I`m stuck here right behind him
Held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says 55, he`s going thirty
And it`s clear that he has no concern for time

Chorus:
He �s a Sunday, Sunday driver
He don`t want to get his baby home too soon
He`s a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon

But I will not blink my headlights
no, I will not honk my horn
Cause I know (I know) just what he`s feeling
cause I`ve been in that sweet driver`s seat before

Chorus:
He �s a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don`t want to get his baby home too soon
He`s a Sunday driver
in the middle of my Thursday afternoon

There`s a growing line of angry cars behind us
like a centipede of metal single file
But I will not let them interrupt his romance
I`ll be his guardian angel for awhile

Chorus:
He �s a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don`t want to get his baby home too soon
He`s a Sunday, Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon


Allen Levi & Billy Aerts
Billy Aerts Music (BMI)
The Moon Is Round (ASCAP)