Sunday Driver

Sunday Driver
Where he goes nobody knows
How he lives nobody really cares
A smile on his face
A tear drop in his eye
Falling down under
He devours his pride
Sunday driver
He soaked his mind into the sky
To absorb life he could not find
Sunday driver
Hundred miles an hour his thoughts race the car
Speeding down empty streets his mind is so far
Sunday driver

Copyright Rich Love © 2008

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