Where Are We Going
Where are we going?
On a trip to Sunday-land
A lazy beginning
But a complicated end
I'm wondering someday
Will you understand?
That I’m your companion
And you're my only friend
Cuz I will follow you
Wherever you need me to
Me to, me to
I'll ask you a question
Will you drive this car for me?
I’ll ask you to go wherever you desire to be
Take me to your favorite rooftop show
Me off the edge
I'm a little bit beside myself
Cuz Sunday will never end
And you'll always be my friend
The wheels keep on turnin'
Without a sign or a clumsy warning
And when the clock strikes twelve
It just goes back to Sunday morning