sunday rider

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.