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 (let ring) But you could make this ease your own hurt It's all like sinking You're trying to stay afloat Like a wind-blown paper boat Over uncharted seas There's no question why You're driving to kill some time Racing the powerlines 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 ease your own hurt 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 ease your own hurt Make this ease your own hurt Make this ease your own hurt Make this ease your own hurt