Sunday Rider — текст песни (David Gates)

Sunday riders-ridin` out along the highway
Sunday gliders-glidin` up along the skyway
Some must fly and some must speed
To satisfy the human need

Paper dresses-wear them once and throw
away
Plastic flowers-try to smell them anyway
No matter what the future brings
Nothin`s like the real things

Sunday lovers-sneakin` in forsaken places
Under covers-so`s to hide the guilty faces
Take my wife and take my pay
But don`t take my Sunday lady from me.