Sunday Drive

Just me here,

Sitting underneath this big blue sky.

Do I choose gray or blue?

What to do with my life?

But it's yours; no, not mine.

And your hands are hands of time,

I've been waiting to tell.

Seems there's a thousand ways I could go.

Which way's home?

You know today's a beautiful day,

I'm glad to be alive.

Roll, roll the windows down,

We're going out for a Sunday drive,

We're going out for a Sunday drive.

And this is grace;

No, it's not the way it should be,

But how it is:

How you love me completely.

Every bit of my soul,

Every broken little piece;

You've forgiven my sins

As far as west is from the east.

I'm just a wave tossed and blown by the sea,

But your love's in me,

Your love's in me.

You know today's a beautiful day,

I'm glad to be alive.

Roll, roll the windows down,

We're going out for a Sunday drive.

As far as you can go,

Chase the sun and chase it slow;

That'll get you home,

That'll get you home,

That'll get you home.