Written by Barry Dean/Don Mescall/Steve Robson
intro C F C F verse 1 C F C They didn't ever say where we were going F G We just climbed into the backseat G Am7 Eyes wide open to the picture show outside Am7 F I guess we really didn't understand it all C F C Remember looking up at them in the furrow F G Hands touched together, almost outta sight G Am7 It's been a long, hard week but now the slow release F Of a Sunday afternoon G Am F And we were only young but they were trying hard to reach us G Am F How was I to know that there was something so worth keeping? Chorus F 'Cause we were C Watching the world through an open window Dm7 Trees lined up like dominoes C This old car could find its own way home F It's the ordinary things that mean so much G Am That's where I learned it all, from them F C To fight, to love, to laugh again G Am F Man, I thought we were only wasting time F C F C F Out on a Sunday drive verse 2 C F C The song warms your soul just like an old friend G Singing songs along that river, never old Am And everyone you love is sitting there, so close Am7 F You're never thinking that you'd ever get old F No, you'll never get old Chorus C Just watching the world through an open window Em Trees lined up like dominoes C This old car could find its own way home F It's the ordinary things that mean so much G Am That's where I learned it all, from them F C To fight, to love, to laugh again G Am F Man, I thought we were only wasting time F C F G Am C F G Out on a Sunday drive, oh verse 3 C F C I never said where we were going G I just helped them to the back seat G Dad, just laughed and said Am "Son, don't drive too far" Am F Your momma gets pretty tired these days C F C F After a few miles I guess they recognized some places G And I listened as they reminisced G Am About a world that they had always known Am And how it's changing F Probably never gonna be the same again G Am F I caught 'em in the mirror, they were holding hands and smiling G Am F Looking younger than they'd been in years F Oh, through all the years Chorus F And they were C Watching the world through an open window Em Trees lined up like dominoes C This old car could find its own way home F It's the ordinary things that mean so much G Am That's where I learned it all, from them F C To fight, to love, to laugh again G Am F Man, I thought we were only wasting time F C Out on a Sunday drive Outro Em C Out on a Sunday drive G C Out on a Sunday drive Em C F Out on a Sunday drive