Sunday's Lyrics

broken highway afternoons
we've got to get on the road by ten
cause some things just have to pass
but don't cross out
your calender year just yet

and all we can do to pass the time
is practice out our wonderful lines
to make sure we do this
natural friend thing right

and some things you just can't pick
and could you ever suspect
that a passion could wear so thin
if I hear one more person put a friend down today
does it mean we have
to make excuses for what they can't say

there's something stirring in these hands
I've got a patch of cool grass for my t-shirt tan
and sunburnt skin on blistered lips
does it mean we can't touch
and that it hurts to kiss away
another beer -stained town
can't we turn around
because I'm sick
because I'm sick of slowing down

and all we can do to pass the time
is practice out our wonderful lines
to make sure we do this
natural friend thing right
I swear I saw the sun
fall down behind these pink fields
just about an hour ago
but here we are still rolling on
never knew we could get so far
going so damn slow