Blue Sunday — Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers

She took a rolled up twenty Out of her pocket And paid for my cigarrettes We were friends at first sight In the 7-11 light She said, "Here, lemme 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 talkin' 'bout"

It's a blue Sunday Down the interstate Yeah a blue Sunday Blue, with shades of grey

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 blood hounds But I ain't gonna worry now

It's a blue Sunday Down the interstate Yeah a blue Sunday Blue, with shades of grey

A blue Sunday We never met before It's a blue Sunday When it's time to leave you go