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 itAnd 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 aboutIt's a blue Sunday
Down the interstate
It's a blue Sunday
Blue with shades of grayHer back seat could have been a hotel
I slept for a thousand years
Every now and then she'd
Laugh out loud for no reasonI 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 nowIt was a blue Sunday
Down the interstate
A blue Sunday
Yeah, blue with shades of grayYeah, you know me
We've never met before
It's a blue Sunday
When it's time to leave you go
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