Chasing the sun, chasing the sun for you
Spending the day driving away the blues
And there's nothing like
Losing track of the time, who's countin'?
Winding around, are we up, are we down the mountain?

Write a postcard to you
When you're in the other room
Just writing to say that I can't find my clothes
If you're lookin for something to do
Drop everything I'm doing, nobody needs me here
I'll go wherever you are going, I'll be somewhere near

I can't seem to get anything done
With someone like you around
Everyone's wonderin' where I've gone
Having too much fun, having too much fun
Doing nothing, doing nothing
Busy doing, doing nothing
Busy doing, busy doing
Doing nothing

Chasing the sun, chasing the sun for you
Spending the day driving away the blues
Driving away, driving away, driving away the blues
Driving away, driving away, driving away the blues
Driving away, driving away, driving away the blues

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Angel L. Olsen