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

When I Asked If There Was

Anything Wrong

She Said Nothin Worth Talking About



It's A Blue Sunday

Down The Interstate

It's A Blue Sunday

Blue With Shades Of Gray



Her Back Seat 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 Was A Blue Sunday

Down The Interstate

A Blue Sunday

Yeah Blue With Shades Of Gray

Yeah You Know Me

We've Never Met Before

It's A Blue Sunday

When It's Time To Leave You Go