Mood turned back to Monday and you're coming to a head
Gonna catch the morning flight, (?staying way too late?)
Try to read the good book and pretend that she's not there
Stop short, I don't think it's gonna last
Stop short, I let her get on past
On again, off again, she's a traitor you don't know
I tell you I love you dear, but ooh I need you so
Try to read the good book and pretend that she's not there
Stop short, I don't think it's gonna last
Stop short, I let her get on past
You have been doing such a runaround
You're such a little thing
Call her once, there isn't any more
I take my time and I hope it all works out
Like it always does
'Cause the long time moves in
And while the whole scene watches me
Draw straws for days passing by
And after living off all the starshine
And when all the (?river's?) all run dry, and they're dry
And just what it means to say goodbye
Your mood turned back to Monday and you're coming to a head
Gonna catch a morning flight, (?staying way too late?)
Try to read the good book and pretend that she's not there
Stop short, you don't think it's gonna last
Stop short
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