Brett Eldredge

Brett Eldredge - Sunday Drive lyrics

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They didn't ever say where we were going
We just climbed into the backseat
Eyes wide open to the picture show outside
I guess we really didn't understand it all

Remember looking up at them in the front row
Hands touched together, almost outta sight
It's been a long, hard week but now the slow release
Of a Sunday afternoon

And we were only young but they were trying hard to reach us
How was I to know that there was something so worth keeping?

'Cause we were
Watching the world through an open window
Trees lined up like dominoes
This old car could find its own way home
It's the ordinary things that mean so much
That's where I learned it all, from them
To fight, to love, to laugh again
Man, I thought we were only wasting time
Out on a Sunday drive

The song warms your soul just like an old friend
Singing songs along that ribbon of a road
And everyone you love is sitting there, so close
You're never thinking that you'd ever get old
No, you'll never get old

Just watching the world through an open window
Trees lined up like dominoes
This old car could find its own way home
It's the ordinary things that mean so much
That's where I learned it all, from them
To fight, to love, to laugh again
Man, I thought we were only wasting time
Out on a Sunday drive, oh

I never said where we were going
I just helped them to the back seat
Dad, just laughed and said
"Son, don't drive too far"
Your mamma gets pretty tired these days
After a few miles I guess they recognized some places
And I listened as they reminisced
About a world that they had always known
And how it's changing
Probably never gonna be the same again

I caught 'em in the mirror, they were holding hands and smiling
Looking younger than they'd been in years
Oh, through all the years

And they were
Watching the world through an open window
Trees lined up like dominoes
This old car could find its own way home
It's the ordinary things that mean so much
That's where I learned it all, from them
To fight, to love, to laugh again
Man, I thought we were only wasting time
Out on a Sunday drive
Out on a Sunday drive
Out on a Sunday drive
Out on a Sunday drive
Out on a Sunday drive
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Copyrights:

Author: Don Mescall, Steve Robson, Barry Dean

Composer: Don Mescall, Steve Robson, Barry Dean

Publisher: Warner Music Nashville

Details:

Released in: 2020

Language: English

Appearing on: Sunday Drive (2020)

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