She took a rolled-up twenty
Out of her pocket
And paid for my cigarrettes
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
I asked if there was anything wrong
She said, «Nothin' worth talking about»
It's a blue Sunday
Down the interstate
Yeah a blue Sunday
Blue, with shades of gray
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 gray
A blue Sunday
We never met before
It's a blue Sunday
When it's time to leave you go