Texty: Joni Mitchell. Turbulent Indigo. Sunny Sunday.

She pulls the shade, it's just another sunny Sunday
She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois
Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday
She waits for the night to fall

Then she points a pistol through the door
And she aims at the streetlight while the freeway hisses
Dogs bark as the gun falls to the floor
The streetlight's still burning, she always misses

But the day she hits that's the day she'll leave
That one little victory that's all she needs
She pulls the shade, it's just another sunny Monday
She waits for the night to fall