I take the dirt drive
Off an old country road
Weathered clapboard home
Behind an old gnarly tree
I surprise her she is home
It’s a Monday and she is mine

She whispers in my ear
I miss you and I love you
As cold steel stands hold us
Nestled close we watch the play
Thinking about each other
Come Monday she will still be mine

The reason I dream at all
Is to spend more time with her
Getting lost in her eyes
Kissing her lips at night
I’m safe in her touch and knowing
On Monday she will always be mine

Drove past her old house today
Sadly it’s no longer there
I park a bit down the way
As I slip away to a day
That I know will never come
It’s a Monday and she’s no longer mine

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