Sunny day in a chariot Were they waving back to you? Losing touch, not that much She was running back to you, to you No more
But you said that your sweet time is spent Nobody knows how close it will come The rite of the sands My heart in your hands Women chasers, the wives abide You build a plane to take a land you divide Sunny day in a chariot Were they waving back to you?
The way you chased her, the Cadillac Back on the coastline with the Sun on his back Women chasers, a scarlet land He will be taken, but they'll all love him back Sunny day in a chariot Were they waving back to you? One last call One last call
