Blue Sunday

She took a rolled up twenty out of her pocket

And paid for my cigarettes

We were friends at first sight

In the 7-11 light

She said, "Here, lemme cover it"

And I rode shotgun all that night

She drove and never made a sound

I asked if there was anything wrong

She said, "Nothing worth talking 'bout"

It's a blue Sunday

Down the interstate

Yeah a blue Sunday

Blue with shades of grey

Her backseat could've been a hotel

I slept for a thousand years

Every now and then, she'd laugh out loud for no reason

I pretended not to hear

And rolled my jacket up under my head

And stretched my body out

Couldn't be too far in front of her daddy's bloodhounds

But I ain't gonna worry now

It's a blue Sunday

Down the interstate

Yeah a blue Sunday

Blue with shades of grey

A blue Sunday

We never met before

It's a blue Sunday

When it's time to leave, you go