Seven Blue Sundays by Kevin Quain Lyrics

Rattling boxcars, rolling low
I'm up in the rafters with the pigeons and the crows
I left my heart in the middle of the road
Seven blue days in Hell

Sky full of grey clouds, not a drop of rain
And here I am back on the treadmill again
There's no chandeliers, no roses, no champagne
Seven blue days in Hell

When I come to town
Hellbent and gutter bound
All the corpses start to spinnin' around
When I wander by
Thunder rolls and flowers die
And my feet don't touch the ground

I linger in your room
I pass you the hall
I rattle your windows and I shake the walls
But you look right through me
You don't notice me at all
Seven blue days in Hell