she took a rolled-up twenty
out of her pocket
and paid for my cigarettes
we were friends at first sight
in the 7-Eleven light
she said here let me cover it
and i rode shotgun all that night
she drove and never made a sound
when i asked if there was
anything wrong
she said nothin worth talking about
It's a blue sunday
down the interstate
it's a blue sunday
blue with shades of gray
her back seat could have 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 was a blue sunday
down the interstate
a blue sunday
yeah blue with shades of gray
yeah you know me
we've never met before
it's a blue sunday
when it's time to leave you go
