Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers — 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 7-11 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, "Nothing worth talking '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 bloodhounds 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