Heather's Like Sunday - Matthew Good Band

Had a map
Had a chance left in a stolen car
The brochure looked like heaven
Tough we knew we'd never make it that far
The sea of fields and the poor towns
Flew by in the dark
And I planned my death as she slept
With one single shot
To the heart full of strings
Heart full of finer things
There is salvation out there
There are reasons for us to care
Hands on the wheel
Try hard to breathe and feel
‘Cause going out's the easy part
And if the devil was a poet
I doubt that he would know it
And I doubt that he could win your heart
With simple words of flame
Like love is just a prison
If there is no one there to listen
And the truth is shallow water
If you learned nothing when it came

Found a cause
Had a chance dream with a cheap guitar
I know she'd believe me
But she knew I'd never make it that far
She said they'd follow me down
If I didn't give myself away
So you just hold on tight and close your eyes
And try damn hard not to think about yesterday
She said her father was a holy man who hid her from the world
Like a puppet in an evening dress with plastic friends and pearls
And I was never much for dancing
So I was leader of the band
And I played revolutionary waltzes
With a revolver in my
Hand over strings
A hand full of finer things
There is salvation in here
Reasons for us to care
Hands on the wheel
Try hard to breathe and feel
‘Cause going out's the easy part

And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
And I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame
Like love is just a meaning of someone else's dreaming
And Heather's like Sunday