Sunday Letra

I'll load the bags, fill the tank,
I'm running late for the lazy highway
God I'm so alive
Don't want to waste a day.

Jenny's got her big dream home in California
And Jackie's flat broke
And she's probably gonna stay that way
Tammy holds her pencil and notepad
And takes another order
Folks listen, but they can't hear what you say
I never knew my life would turn out so okay.

Had my share of heartbreak
Left me so broken inside
Had my times when I was lost and confused
But over there's the bay's clear waters
And her sparkling tide
So come join the ride
It's about time.

Sick and tired of listening
To the news on the radio
Traffic backed up gotta go the long way again
Sleepy planet turns and earns
A million colours from the sun
Folks listen, but they don't hear what you say

Sick and tired of wastin' the sun on a Sunday
I gotta new set of sails
And the breeze is blowin back on the bay
I'l load my bags, fill the tank,
I'm running late for the lazy highway
God I'm so alive don't wast to waste a day

I never thought that I could turn out so ... okay