Song Description
Guitar hook, strong chorus, melodic, catchy rhythm.
| Song Length |
3:23 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Affable, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Conformity, Country, Nation |
| Similar Artists |
Elvis Costello, Lucinda Williams |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Saturday always comes around
Choices made with actions and sounds
It happens every day
Eyes on the road
Hands on the wheel
Working man takes up my mind
To cover how I feel
Sleeping at the wheel
We didn?t even know
When the circus came to town
Sleeping at the wheel
The lambs are all on show
Come take my hand
Little lamb
Time to go
There is no choice
When you can?t stand the sound
Of promises abundant failing
When they reach the ground.
Logistically I ain?t got the time
And a drowning man eats up my mind oh
Every Saturday.
They hand us tissues but they place them on our eyes
Live the story that we?re told
Veils of tissues used to cover up the lies
How will we know when the show
Comes to town.
Sleeping at the wheel
We didn?t even know
When the circus came to town
Sleeping at the wheel
The lambs are all on show
Come take my hand
Little lamb
Time to go