she took a rolled up twenty
out of her pocket
and paid for my cigarrettes
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, "nothin' worth talkin' '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 blood hounds
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 |