| They didn’t ever say where we going
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| We just climbed into the backseat
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| Eyes wide open to the picture show outside
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| I guess we really didn’t understand at all
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| I remember looking up at them in the front row
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| Hands touched together almost out of sight
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| It’s been a long hard week but now the slow release
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| Of a Sunday afternoon
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| And we were only young but they were trying hard to reach us
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| How was I to know that there was something so worth keepin'?
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| Cause we were watching the world through an open window
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| Trees lined up like dominos
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| This old car could find its own way home
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| It’s the ordinary things that mean so much
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| And that’s where I learned it all from them
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| To fight, to love, to laugh again
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| Man, I thought that we were only wasting time
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| Out on a Sunday drive
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| The sun warms your soul just like an old friend
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| Singing songs along that ribbon of a road
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| And everyone you love is sitting there so close
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| You’re never thinking that you’d ever get old
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| No you’ll never get old
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| Just watching the world through an open window
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| Trees lined up like dominos
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| This old car could find its own way home
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| It’s the ordinary things that mean so much
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| And that’s where I learned it all from them
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| To fight, to love, to laugh again
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| And man I thought that we were only wasting time
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| Out on a Sunday drive
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| I never said where we were going
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| I just helped them to the backseat
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| Dad laughed and said «Son don’t drive too far
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| Your momma gets pretty tired these days»
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| After a few miles I guess they recognized some places
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| And I listened as they reminisced
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| ‘Bout a world that they had always known and how it’s changin'
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| Probably never gonna be the same again
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| I caught ‘em in the mirror
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| They were holding hands and smiling
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| Looking younger than they’d been in years
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| Oh through all the years
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| And they were watching the world through an open window
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| Trees lined up like dominos
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| This old car could find its own way home
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| It’s the ordinary things that mean so much
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| And that’s where I learned it all from them
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| To fight, to love, to laugh again
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| Man, I thought that we were only wasting time
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| Out on a Sunday drive
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| Out on a Sunday drive
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| Out on a Sunday drive
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| Out on a Sunday drive |