Lyrics

Sunday afternoons we?d cross the county line
Car was fully loaded pass the wine
Your mother never liked me she thought I was the cause
Of all your melodramas even the divorce
It was always??..

We were on the road to nowhere
We were passing by
we could hitch a ride and go there
if your sure you want to leave

your affectations thrill me
borderline divine
your accusations kill me blinded by the signs
It was always a brighter day in my mind

Chorus