Sunday Driver

I was driving down Falls it occurred to me, what day of the week is this supposed to be Saturday not fair only one day to go, for that day of the week they say the driving is slow Not me I swear don't call me old sage, foot's made of lead, I'm not showing my age Kick the tires and pop the hood, what you see is what you should The radio plays a forgotten song, forgotten again, it won't be long People let go of places to see, I can tell you right now, that won't be me Sunday Driver, Monday riser (Tuesday, Wednesday) I'm a survivor Sunday Driver, Monday wiser (Thursday, Friday) Saturday imbiber Sunday Driver woah, won't you drive with me, and then you'll see Down that road, and heading west or going east, which one is best It doesn't matter, which way you go, it's who you are, it's one big show Scenery's change and so do we, after all these years, I'm still just me Sunday Driver, Monday riser (Tuesday, Wednesday) I'm a survivor Sunday Driver, Monday wiser (Thursday, Friday) Saturday imbiber Sunday Driver woah, won't you drive with me, and then you'll see Ride with me, Ride with me, come ride with me And then you'll see I was driving up Falls, looking left and right, coming home in the middle of the night If I knew then, what I know now, nothing would change, no matter how It's really simple but can't you see, that life in the slow lane, it's not for me Sunday Driver, Monday riser (Tuesday, Wednesday) I'm a survivor Sunday Driver, Monday wiser (Thursday, Friday) Saturday imbiber Sunday Driver, Monday inviter, everyday I'm a Baltimore fighter Sunday Driver woah, won't you drive with me, and then you'll see