Mills - Speeding On Sunday lyrics

Everyones got something To say these days Everyone knows how it should be But its a miracle man Each day goes to plan The ones that dont arent so easy I thought Id write you a letter Figured Id call you instead But its hard to see the light When its so bright in your eyes Another era of our history Well the nights too young For sleeping And I cant be the last one to go What I believe right now Is we can work it out I imagine later when it becomes so Everyones speeding on Sunday Think they got someplace better to be Lets not be the ones Wishing we had done Something better with our history