(Intro) [Intro: suspiciously cheerful 12-string jangle, tambourine already working overtime] [Verse 1] Two flat tires and a broken tape Sunday afternoon — what could go wrong? The blades of the windmills wave hello We wave back — that's the chorus, I suppose [Verse 2] Seagulls stealing fries right off the hood A dog-eared paperback — still unread The sea's on fire, but we're calling it gold Everything's beautiful when you're getting old [Pre-Chorus: drums suddenly realize this is ridiculous] You said, "Let's go nowhere" I said, "Sounds about right" We drove around the roundabout And called it a life [Chorus: full band, aggressively sincere harmonies] Sunset drive, keep the window down Salt on the glass, twenty miles to town Sunset drive, don't you turn around ぬるいコーラで かんぱいしよう Because apparently that's profound (Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba) [Verse 3] Somebody's radio, somebody's song ラジオは しずか, and the road is long I counted the poles till I lost the count Two hundred and something — Now I'm running out of things to write about [Chorus: slightly louder for absolutely no reason] Sunset drive, keep the window down Salt on the glass, twenty miles to town Sunset drive, don't you turn around ぬるいコーラで かんぱいしよう We don't know why, but it sounds profound (Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba) [Brass & Organ Break: wildly unnecessary horn stabs; Hammond solo discovers the meaning of life and immediately forgets it] [Bridge: half-time, dreamy, almost embarrassingly sincere] Someday we'll be boring, someday soon Proper shoes inside a proper room We'll tell our friends we used to chase the moon Then check the weather and go home by noon So let the engine sing another mile とおまわりの ままでいい We've got nowhere left to go But we've got another verse to fill [Build Up: tambourine crescendo, key change that nobody requested] [Final Chorus: double vocals, handclaps, maximum nostalgia] Sunset drive, keep the window down Salt on the glass, twenty miles to town Sunset drive, don't you turn around We passed the town — we're heading back around ぬるいコーラで かんぱいしよう To broken tapes and tires that won't hold air To meaningless adventures everywhere Sunset drive, keep the window down If this is freedom, we're remarkably bored Sunset drive, don't you turn around There's probably another chorus coming round ぬるいコーラで かんぱいしよう (Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba) (Ba-ba-ba... we really should get home) [Outro: abrupt cut immediately after the last “ba” — no fade, no wisdom, no resolution] (Outro)
