Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cooler’s full, flip-flops on,
Outboard hummin’ my favorite song.
Left the chaos on dry land —
Just me, the tide, and a beer in hand.
No meetings, clocks, or shoes today,
Driftin’ out past the breakaway.
You can keep your church and brunch —
I’ll take waves and a midday punch.
[Chorus]
Sendin’ out an S.O.S. —
Sailin’ on Sunday, feelin’ blessed.
Tuna on the line, breeze in my face,
Catchin’ my breath at my favorite pace.
You do lawn work, I’ll find shade —
Anchor down in the quiet bay.
If you call and I don’t reply —
I’m sailin’ on Sunday, kissin’ the shore goodbye.
[Verse 2]
Steel drum playin’ on the Bluetooth speaker,
Tide rollin’ in, can’t get much sweeter.
No sermon, no traffic, no dress code here —
Just sunscreen, smiles, and an ice-cold beer.
Gulls do the talkin’, sky does the rest —
This salty life, it suits me best.
[Bridge]
Some folks find their peace in town,
I find mine where the phone ain’t found.
Ain’t runnin’, just floatin’ free —
The ocean knows just what I need.
[Final Chorus]
Sendin’ out an S.O.S. —
Sailin’ on Sunday, nothin’ to stress.
Settin’ my compass to nowhere fast,
Wavin’ at worries as I cruise past.
You can pray, I’ll sway —
Same peace, just a different way.
If I’m missin’, I’m more than fine —
Sailin’ on Sunday, on island time.