Sunday drivers stole my keys
friendly fire tore my jeans
oh what in the world is happening to me?
I know you fall
when you're trying to walk
and I know your faults
you're perfectly wrong
television with rabbit ears
never really comes in clear
fair weather whether anytime of year
I know you fall
when you're trying to walk
and I know your faults
you're perfectly wrong
in your own way
method actors pour my drinks
and tight rope walkers with two left feet
are fairweather whether everyone you meet
Carl Broemel - Sunday Drivers Lyrics
Carl Broemel - Sunday Drivers Lyrics
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Sunday drivers stole my keys
friendly fire tore my jeans
oh what in the world is happening to me?
I know you fall
when you're trying to walk
and I know your faults
you're perfectly wrong
television with rabbit ears
never really comes in clear
fair weather whether anytime of year
I know you fall
when you're trying to walk
and I know your faults
you're perfectly wrong
in your own way
method actors pour my drinks
and tight rope walkers with two left feet
are fairweather whether everyone you meet
friendly fire tore my jeans
oh what in the world is happening to me?
I know you fall
when you're trying to walk
and I know your faults
you're perfectly wrong
television with rabbit ears
never really comes in clear
fair weather whether anytime of year
I know you fall
when you're trying to walk
and I know your faults
you're perfectly wrong
in your own way
method actors pour my drinks
and tight rope walkers with two left feet
are fairweather whether everyone you meet
Writer: CARL WILLARD BROEMEL
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC