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 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