When Monday traffic's din gets underneath our skin And yet Monday's still a mile or so away When that helicopter voice throws out less congested choices The dashboard gets a swat And I turn loud music on We both heave a sigh and start to wonder why We shouldn't call in sick and drive away The thought won't leave my head So I make a change of plans Check the gas gauge making sure we have enough Baby, I'll roll down the rag top and flip up the visors I'll treat you to a big blue sky Let your hair down for a while Feel the breeze cool your cares while I drive I won't barrel into rush-hour this time No traffic jams, no endless lines Let the Metro leave two people shy Let's take a Sunday Drive The miles role by when you take a Sunday Drive But they crawl to a halt when you're stuck in a slow commute But a Sunday Drive so improves my view of life I can shake off those back-to-work Monday blues I know some roads overflow with traffic signs But well honk the horn and we’ll blow right on by A quick left turn leaves that mess far behind Let's take a Sunday Drive
