Sunday Driver

You with a loaded gun, with your guitar and discount wine
 And nobody heard your shot ring out and vanish there in the night
 But come the morning, they'll be askin'
 Who it was and how it happened
 What's the reason? What's the boy's real name?
 And then they'll take you to the square
 And cite your false offenses there
 Make you leave just as sick as you came
 Ooh, they called you a Sunday driver
 They cursed you down to the bone
 They called you a Sunday driver
 They said you don't belong
 Oh, but you got caught at dawn in a monsoon in New Orleans
 And you were holding on both coasts, and every city between
 And now you've lost (?)(1:50) and every mark links to your skin
 And who are they to say what hurt you feel?
 And who are they to draw the line
 To say what's yours and what is mine
 And who are they to say what's fake or real?
 Ooh, they called you a Sunday driver
 (?)(2:31)
 They called you a Sunday driver
 As if they walked in your shoes
 They called you a Sunday driver