Blue Sunday — текст песни (Tom Petty)

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