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.