She Left On a Monday

She left on a Monday She's a siren down the road In your herringbone overcoat That you don't expect to get back And it's an ordinary sky Today's like any other day When all of the aeroplanes Write her name in the clouds And nothing's wrong But it's already Sunday And you know just how Sunday Was the day that she would come around? Go to her foolish man What's the use of having pride if you don't have her? She'll endure all she can But you could make this easier on her It's all like sinking You're trying to stay afloat Like a wind blown paper boat Over uncharted sea There's no question why You're driving to kill some time Racing the power lines Back into town Go to her foolish man What's the use of having pride if you don't have her? She'll endure all she can But you could make this easier on her Go to her foolish man What's the use of having pride if you don't have her? She'll endure all she can But you could make this easier on her Make this easier on her Make this easier on her Make this easier on her