Sunday Route

Sunday Route
Sunday Route

Sun-faded map on your bare knee
Dust rolling gold behind the truck
You say the highway gets us home faster
I say faster never did much for us
I know the turn by the cottonwoods
Know where you reach for the radio
Know the little smile before you ask me
If I mind taking the long way home

Sunday Route, take it slow with me
Sunday Route, nowhere else to be
I know your quiet turns better than the highway
Sunday Route, let's lose the straight way

We stop beside a peach stand
Buy four more than we can eat
You wipe the juice across your blue jeans
Laugh and blame the summer heat
Clouds stack up behind the foothills
Gas gets low outside of town
Still I'd rather know this road with you
Than any fast lane headed out

Every curve knows something
I never learned from signs

Sunday Route, take it slow with me
Sunday Route, nowhere else to be
I know your quiet turns better than the highway
Sunday Route, let's lose the straight way

I once thought I loved the driving
Truth is, roads are roads alone
I know your quiet turns better than the highway
A sun-faded paper map was proof enough

Sunday Route, sunset in the glass
Sunday Route, make the good part last
I know your quiet turns better than the highway
Sunday Route, take me your way

Sunday Route

Sunday Route