Sunday Driver

Intro, fade in

I missed my exit again.

You said I do that on purpose.

Maybe I do.

Verse 1

There's a receipt in the cup holder

From a place we never went

Twenty dollars on two milkshakes

And neither one was worth the rent

You were barefoot in the passenger seat

Drawing faces in the fog

I was trying to keep the car straight

While you were arguing with God

You said, "Pull over, I need air"

So I parked beside a tire shop

You disappeared behind the building

Came back carrying a soda pop

Didn't say where you got it

Didn't ask where you'd been

We drove another twenty minutes

With the radio turned down to ten

Chorus

Maybe we're alright

Maybe we're just tired

Maybe all the things we wanted

Got a little miswired

You can keep the money

You can keep the keys

Just don't tell me that you know me

If you don't know what I mean

Verse 2

There's a guy named Eddie at the corner store

He remembers what I buy

Says I used to come in every Tuesday

Back when you were still around

Now he asks me how you're doing

I say, "Good," and grab a drink

He looks at me for half a second

Like he knows exactly what I think

I bought a newspaper yesterday

Haven't read it, probably won't

There's a photograph of somebody

Who looks exactly like my uncle

Maybe that's the problem

Everybody looks familiar

You leave for long enough

And everything starts looking like you

Chorus

Maybe we're alright

Maybe we're just tired

Maybe all the things we wanted

Got a little miswired

You can keep the money

You can keep the keys

Just don't tell me that you know me

If you don't know what I mean

Bridge

I remember your apartment

Third floor, yellow door

You had plants you couldn't keep alive

So you bought a couple more

There was music from the neighbor

Every Friday after two

I hated every song they played

Now I kind of miss it too

Funny how it works

Funny what survives

You forget somebody's birthday

But remember how they drive

Verse 3

I saw your sister at the market

She pretended not to see me

I pretended I was looking

For a brand of tea I didn't need

She probably thinks I'm angry

I'm not sure what I am

Some days I want to call you

Some days I don't give a damn

And that's about as honest

As I've been in quite some time

No grand ending, no revelation

Just a Tuesday afternoon

The sun came through the windshield

And landed on my hand

For once I didn't change the station

For once I let the whole song play

Outro, fade out

I missed my exit again.

Didn't turn around.

Maybe next time.