Life is pretty hard when you've got nothing to do
Just easing back on a Monday afternoon
I tried art religion and drugs -had them all at once once or twice-
But nothing feels better than having you by my side
The world keeps screaming about its impending doom
We wave as it passes by on a Monday afternoon
All doom and gloom, terror seems to be all the rage
So drab and insecure, all painted grey
The world is on its knees
But I think I'll leave the hive to the bees
So much to do, nothing much to say
Like a couple of kids we just laugh and play
I never could figure out
Why nobody likes Mondays
Life keeps getting better for me and you
Watching feathers fly on a Monday afternoon
I took my lumps, learned my lessons well
Of course by now you really couldn't tell
But it led me to here -these moments fade too soon-
No one alive but me and you on a Monday afternoon
