Texty
Come on home
Done with waiting, it's time to go
Done with letting things get in the way
Speedy car ride home, just how we like it
We stay the course
For the most part, we peace and we soar
For the most part, we give it a go
Lucky ones who get to start all over
Sometimes we lose our feet and we fall right through the sky
Sometimes we hit it right, satisfied, we get by
Repeat, rerun
My setting sun
My everyday
Let me run back to you
Let me run back to you
Repeat, rerun
My setting sun
My everyday
Let me run back to you
Let me run back to you
There's a shuffle, there's a flow
Sometimes we find it, sometimes we don't
Sometimes we're lost to the rabbit holes
Or in a pile of dirty laundry
Sometimes we lose our feet and we fall right through the sky
Sometimes we hit it right, satisfied, we get by
Repeat, rerun
My setting sun
My everyday
Let me run back to you
Let me run back to you
Repeat, rerun
My setting sun
My everyday
Let me run back to you
Let me run back to you
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Written by: Frances England

