Track 4 of the album State Line Hymnal · 2021
Can't Sit Still on a Sunday
“Church bells ringing and I can't stop tapping the windowsill. It's our Sunday-morning stomp.”
folk rock · stomping folk rock · gospel-tinged · 4:02
Lyrics
Church bells ringing and the street's all still But I'm tapping on the window sill Can't sit still on a Sunday Got a van outside and a tank that's full And a heart that's pulling like a bull Can't sit still on a Sunday Drummer's got his boots on in the hall Bass player's already in the stall Can't sit still on a Sunday Somebody grab the road map from the floor Somebody lock the garage door Can't sit still on a Sunday Wheels, wheels, spinning in my head Roll the windows down, leave the thoughts unsaid We're gonna chase it down the county line Where the sky is wide and the sun is fine Hey, hey, can't sit still Let the engine sing, let the highway thrill Can't sit still on a Sunday Take me anywhere but here Pass a field of sunflowers, bowing in the heat Pass a roadside stand where they sell sweet corn and peaches Every mile we're getting lighter in the seat Every song we sing is a little bit out of reach Wheels, wheels, spinning in my head Roll the windows down, leave the thoughts unsaid We're gonna chase it down the county line Where the sky is wide and the sun is fine Hey, hey, can't sit still Let the engine sing, let the highway thrill Can't sit still on a Sunday Take me anywhere but here Maybe we're all just wanderers In a world that won't hold still Maybe the going is the point And the arriving is the thrill Wheels, wheels, spinning in my head Roll the windows down, leave the thoughts unsaid We're gonna chase it down the county line Where the sky is wide and the sun is fine Hey, hey, can't sit still Let the engine sing, let the highway thrill Can't sit still on a Sunday Take me anywhere but here Take me anywhere but here