Lyrics
I miss you like a Sunday slow
I long for you with a slow and relaxed feeling, akin to the pace of a Sunday.
Rollin' through the hills with nowhere to go
Traveling through landscapes without a specific destination, reflecting a sense of aimlessness.
Now that we've grown, gone separate ways
Now that we have matured, we have taken different paths in life.
People move on baby, that's okay
Acknowledging that people move on, accepting the natural course of life.
We moved on and we grown up
We have progressed and matured.
I used to ride to your house and take the shortcut
Recalling the past when visiting your place was a familiar and quicker journey.
Late night and we turn it into the mornin'
Memories of late nights that extended into the morning.
A good life we were livin' in the moment
Reflecting on a time when life felt good and we were fully present in the moment.
Times change or so they say
Acknowledging the inevitability of change.
As matter of course we went our separate ways
Parting ways as a natural progression of life.
And the years go by and the memories fade
With time passing, memories start to fade.
I miss you like a Sunday slow
Reiterating the longing for someone with the same slow and relaxed feeling.
Rollin' through the hills with nowhere to go
Recalling times of aimlessly rolling through hills with no specific destination.
Now that we've grown, gone separate ways
Emphasizing the divergence in life paths.
People move on baby, that's okay
Reiterating the acceptance of people moving on in life.
I miss you like a Sunday slow
Expressing the continued yearning with the same Sunday-like slowness.
Rollin' through the hills with nowhere to go
Revisiting the imagery of wandering through hills with no clear destination.
Now that we've grown, gone separate ways
Re-emphasizing the divergence in life paths.
People move on baby, that's okay
Reiterating the acceptance of people moving on in life.
Now I wonder where you are
Expressing curiosity about the current whereabouts of the person.
This life is too bizarre
Describing life as strange and unconventional.
Remember when we slept in cars
Recalling shared experiences of sleeping in cars.
Now those nights they seem so far
Contrasting the past nights with the present, highlighting the perceived distance.
I know that you are strong
Acknowledging the strength of the other person to endure challenges.
Yea you'll carry on
Encouraging the person to continue forward in life.
Hope you think of me
Expressing a hope that the person remembers the speaker when hearing the song.
When you hear this song
Linking the song to shared memories and emotional connection.
I miss you like a Sunday slow
Repeating the sentiment of longing with a Sunday-like slowness.
Rollin' through the hills with nowhere to go
Reiterating the imagery of aimlessly rolling through hills.
Now that we've grown, gone separate ways
Emphasizing the divergence in life paths.
People move on baby, that's okay
Reiterating the acceptance of people moving on in life.
I miss you like a Sunday slow
Expressing the continued yearning with the same Sunday-like slowness.
Rollin' through the hills with nowhere to go
Revisiting the imagery of wandering through hills with no clear destination.
Now that we've grown, gone separate ways
Re-emphasizing the divergence in life paths.
People move on baby, that's okay
Reiterating the acceptance of people moving on in life.
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