verse 1
You were the loaded gun with your guitar and discount wine
And nobody heard your shot ring out and vanish there in the night
But come the morning they'll be asking who it was and how it happened
What's the reason? what's the boy's real name?
And then they'll take you to the square inside the falser fixes
and you leave just as sick as you came
Ooo, we called you a Sunday driver
They kiss you down to the bone and call you Sunday driver
So you don't feel alone
Interlude
Yeah but you got caught at dawn in a monsoon in New Orleans
And you were holding on but coasting every city between
And now you blast every new friend and every bar clicks through your skin
And who are they to say what hurt you feel?
And who are they to draw the line to say what's yours and what is mine
And who are they to say what's fake or real?
Interlude
Ooo, they called a Sunday driver
You've drunk right down your drink
Ooo, they called you a Sunday driver
As if they've walked in your shoes
They called you a Sunday dri-ii-iver
Outro