Lyrics: Zac Greer
Music: Zac Greer
Wrong way down the one way
On the ten speed
Baby, tell me, can we turn Sunday into Monday?
Into next week, wouldn't that— (Three, four)
Wrong way down the one way
On the ten speed
Baby, tell me, can we turn Sunday into Monday?
Into next week, wouldn't that be so sweet?
Man down, yeah
I surrender, baby, stand down, yeah
Floatin' way up off the land now, yeah
Kickin' shit with Peter Pan now, yeah
Took her way up out of orbit, yeah
Phone keep ringin', just ignore it
She said, "Baby, this is boring," oh
Everything ain't so important, no
I said, "Aren't you sick of missed calls
And always feeling withdrawals?"
I wanna run wit' you, ooh
(Three, four)
Wrong way down the one way
On the ten speed
Baby, tell me, can we turn Sunday into Monday?
Into next week, wouldn't that bе so sweet?
Wrong way down the one way
On the tеn speed
Baby, tell me, can we turn Sunday into Monday?
Into next week, wouldn't that be so sweet?
Oh, if they ever run back time, come run, I'll find you, yeah
Don't want no one to see you like I do, see you like I do
I promise when they're runnin' back time, come runnin', I'll find you
Yeah, don't want no one to see you like I do, need you like I do
Wrong way down the one way
On the ten speed
Baby, tell me, can we turn Sunday into Monday?
Into next week, wouldn't that be so sweet?
Wrong way down the one way
On the ten speed
Baby, tell me, can we turn Sunday into Monday?
Into next week, wouldn't that be so sweet?
Wrong way down the one way
On the ten speed
Baby, tell me, can we turn Sunday into Monday?
Into next week, wouldn't that be so sweet?