Songs About Rivers - Sunday Drive Lyrics

There'd be days
When we'd be driving around
Not really going anywhere
Just driving around
The Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel
An expensive gift shop lunch
No holy tension here
Just driving around
Those four letters
Wrapped around your wrist
Keeping time with an ancient ethicist
As artificial as that tunnel
Expensive as the gift
There's only tension here
And I quit
Stuck in the get away
I'm trying here
But you won't shut
The f*ck up
And the chorus you sing
Don't resemble your king
If your king existed at all
Look me in the eyes
You fraud spiritualist
If love's not enough for Jesus
Than f*ck him
You treat me like exposition
And you control the plot
I needed you next to me
And you quit
Stuck in the get away
I'm trying here
But you won't shut
The f*ck up
And the chorus you sing
Don't resemble your king
If your king existed at all
I see a tunnel in my mind sun lit
Do what the lord
And justice of it
So hard what discord follows
Your world must feel so small
If that's what Heaven is
I want off the list