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
I asked, if there was anything wrong
She said, "Nothing worth talking 'bout"
It's a blue Sunday
Down the interstate
Yeah, a blue Sunday
Blue with shades of gray
Her backseat 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'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
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