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-

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

SundayDown the interstate

It's a blue

SundayBlue 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

SundayDown the interstate

A blue Sunday

Yeah, blue with shades of gray

Yeah, you know me

We've never met before

It's a blue

SundayWhen it's time to leave you go