Monday

from April by Sometimes the Cat

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lyrics

Well, it's six o'clock on the west coast
And I'm waiting for the sun to come
I miss the hours of the weekend
When I knew I had time to waste

It's a breezy spring morning
When I finally get outside
I'm in love with the way the branches sway
As the wind sings me a song, and it goes:

"It's 9 a.m. on the eastern shore
And it's 9 a.m. for you
And I can't imagine what that's like
To live the way you do"

Leave me a message short and sweet so I can hear your voice
Tell me about the morning and the night before, the night before

And we both know that distance makes the heart grow fonder
So I hope you also can't wait any longer

"I'm sick and tired of Mondays just like these
And I'm sick and tired of never knowing where you'll be
All I can hope is that it’s worth it in the end"