Da da dum
Said da da da
Everybody said
Driving
Searching
For the right way home
I got just a
One way ticket
To the city of angels
But I ain't bringing no halo home
While I throw my feet up
Kick it to the old days
When will I feel alive
I know that
Little Sunday morning song
Gone change my life
And I stood up
When the sky got cloudy
Nobody standing by
Funny how the little memories
I had as a child
Can turn to real life
Yea
Heavy shoes
But I barely walked a mile
Maybe I could crack a smile
Clean my ears when it's loud
Wrote these songs
On the couch in my living room
A lot of people want them
But be careful who I give it to and
Maybe one day i'll be great
Stop overthinking early
Go to bed past 8 and
All the time in the city
Couldn't beat past you
So smooth
Changed the colors of my mood
Stay a while in these good times
Da da dum
No trophy out there is big enough
To skip out on life
Everybody said
Driving
Searching
For the right way home
I got just a
One way ticket
To the city of angels
But I ain't bringing no halo home
While I throw my feet up
Kick it to the old days
When will I feel alive
I know that
Little Sunday morning song
Gone change my life
And I stood up
When the sky got cloudy
Nobody standing by
Funny how the little memories
I had as a child
Can turn to real life
That's real
That's real
That's real
That's real
That's real
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Da da dum
Said da da da
Everybody said
Driving
Searching
For the right way home
I got just a
One way ticket
To the city of angels
But I ain't bringing no halo home
While I throw my feet up
Kick it to the old days
When will I feel alive
I know that
Little Sunday morning song
Gone change my life
And I stood up
When the sky got cloudy
Nobody standing by
Funny how the little memories
I had as a child
Can turn to real life
Yea
Heavy shoes
But I barely walked a mile
Maybe I could crack a smile
Clean my ears when it's loud
Wrote these songs
On the couch in my living room
A lot of people want them
But be careful who I give it to and
Maybe one day i'll be great
Stop overthinking early
Go to bed past 8 and
All the time in the city
Couldn't beat past you
So smooth
Changed the colors of my mood
Stay a while in these good times
Da da dum
No trophy out there is big enough
To skip out on life
Everybody said
Driving
Searching
For the right way home
I got just a
One way ticket
To the city of angels
But I ain't bringing no halo home
While I throw my feet up
Kick it to the old days
When will I feel alive
I know that
Little Sunday morning song
Gone change my life
And I stood up
When the sky got cloudy
Nobody standing by
Funny how the little memories
I had as a child
Can turn to real life
That's real
That's real
That's real
That's real
That's real
Said da da da
Everybody said
Driving
Searching
For the right way home
I got just a
One way ticket
To the city of angels
But I ain't bringing no halo home
While I throw my feet up
Kick it to the old days
When will I feel alive
I know that
Little Sunday morning song
Gone change my life
And I stood up
When the sky got cloudy
Nobody standing by
Funny how the little memories
I had as a child
Can turn to real life
Yea
Heavy shoes
But I barely walked a mile
Maybe I could crack a smile
Clean my ears when it's loud
Wrote these songs
On the couch in my living room
A lot of people want them
But be careful who I give it to and
Maybe one day i'll be great
Stop overthinking early
Go to bed past 8 and
All the time in the city
Couldn't beat past you
So smooth
Changed the colors of my mood
Stay a while in these good times
Da da dum
No trophy out there is big enough
To skip out on life
Everybody said
Driving
Searching
For the right way home
I got just a
One way ticket
To the city of angels
But I ain't bringing no halo home
While I throw my feet up
Kick it to the old days
When will I feel alive
I know that
Little Sunday morning song
Gone change my life
And I stood up
When the sky got cloudy
Nobody standing by
Funny how the little memories
I had as a child
Can turn to real life
That's real
That's real
That's real
That's real
That's real
Writer: Daniel Rodriguez
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