Sunday Drive 

Lyrics
Coming out of the wild gale
Prison band has ceased to wail
And I find that you're no longer there
Thought I felt your hand in mine
As I fell asleep last night
Guess that whisky learned to fool me well
Your soft hair hanging over me
Feels like I could still breathe you in
But I know that it's gone away
It's just a grieving thought for yesterday
Feels like I never told you
Just how much you mean
Now you're gone like passersby
On a Sunday drive

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