Sunday Drivers

There’s a time, time and a place

When I should act my age

For twenty years, i’ve been having a phase



When we were young we so dumb

We thought we were smart

Staring in the mirror I thought I was a work of art



I’m too old to smoke, I’m too young to quite

The only thing the whiskey got up was my hopes

i’ll admit

Bad luck’s better than no luck

Any edge over blind old guessing, better than anything I got right now, I count that as a blessing





I kept my vow, a rock n roll survivor

I’m still a weekend warrior I’m not

A Sunday Driver



When it’s lights out

I’ve stopped checking under the bed

Because these monsters, they’ve been living in my head