Sweet Thursday

Wasn't supposed to go this way
When I met you yesterday
Didn't need you next to me
Am I the kind that you expected me to be?

It's getting a little warm
Crack the window please

I'll pump the gas if you run inside
Grab a couple tall boys and a honey pie

Yesterday is far away
And tomorrow you'll be gone
Wasn't supposed to go this way
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday

Ten million people, maybe more
Out on the highway in a dusty storm
Two lonesome losers in a stolen dream
Headed straight for nowhere in a suicide machine

If you see you the lights flashing
Push the pedal down

Over the border they can't get us there
Between the two of us, we'll make it if we share

Yesterday is far away
And tomorrow you'll be gone
Wasn't supposed to go this way
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday