Il testo della 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
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