In this heartfelt ballad, Brett Eldredge reflects on the profound yet simple moments shared with family during leisurely car rides. The song juxtaposes childhood memories of carefree Sunday drives with the present-day role reversal, where Eldredge now chauffeurs his aging parents. Through vivid imagery and nostalgic tones, Eldredge underscores the enduring value of these seemingly mundane experiences. He reveals how such moments taught him essential life lessons—how to fight, love, and laugh again. Ultimately, the song serves as a poignant reminder that life's most meaningful lessons often come from ordinary events spent with loved ones.
Sunday Drive
Lyrics
They didn't ever say where we were going
We just climbed into the backseat
Eyes wide open to the picture show outside
I guess we really didn't understand it all
Remember looking up at them in the front row
Hands touched together, almost out of sight
It's been a long, hard week but now the slow release
Of a Sunday afternoon
And we were only young but they were trying hard to reach us
How was I to know that there was something so worth keeping?
'Cause we were
Watching the world through an open window
Trees lined up like dominoes
This old car could find its own way home
It's the ordinary things that mean so much
That's where I learned it all, from them
To fight, to love, to laugh again
Man, I thought we were only wasting time
Out on a Sunday drive
The song warms your soul just like an old friend
Singing songs along that ribbon of a road
And everyone you love is sitting there, so close
You're never thinking that you'd ever get old
No, you'll never get old
Just watching the world through an open window
Trees lined up like dominoes
This old car could find its own way home
It's the ordinary things that mean so much
That's where I learned it all, from them
To fight, to love, to laugh again
Man, I thought we were only wasting time
Out on a Sunday drive, oh
I never said where we were going
I just helped them to the back seat
Dad, just laughed and said
"Son, don't drive too far"
Your mama gets pretty tired these days
After a few miles I guess they recognized some places
And I listened as they reminisced
About a world that they had always known
And how it's changing
Probably never gonna be the same again
I caught 'em in the mirror, they were holding hands and smiling
Looking younger than they'd been in years
Oh, through all the years
And they were
Watching the world through an open window
Trees lined up like dominoes
This old car could find its own way home
It's the ordinary things that mean so much
That's where I learned it all, from them
To fight, to love, to laugh again
Man, I thought we were only wasting time
Out on a Sunday drive
Out on a Sunday drive
Out on a Sunday drive
Out on a Sunday drive
Writer(s): Barry George Dean, Don Mescall, Stephen Paul Robson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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