Sunday Driver

I was driving down Falls it occurred to me

What day of the week is this supposed to be

Saturday not fair only one day to go

For that day of the week they say the driving is slow

Not me I swear don't call me old sage

Foot's made of lead, I'm not showing my age

Kick the tires and pop the hood, what you see is what you should

The radio plays a forgotten song, forgotten again, it won't be long

People let go of places to see, I can tell you right now, that won't be me

Sunday Driver, Monday riser (Tuesday, Wednesday) I'm a survivor