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