Sunday Drivers Lyrics

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