It doesn’t matter if the forecast is blue
Especially if his wheels are stuck in voodoo
Spinning around until he’s out of fuel

Never seems like the sun will ever shine
While he drives down the passing lane
Leaving it all beyond the beyond
Mentally stuck in the turn lane

May never turn back home again
He doesn’t care (Sunday Driver)
He’s taking a ride lost behind the wheel
Driving for miles and miles

He never smiles as he passes you by
It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing for him to do
He never minds flying too high
It doesn’t matter to him coo coo kachoo

Copyright Rich Love © 2008