Sweet Thursday - Ben Bostick

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

It 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 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

It wasn’t supposed to go this way

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday