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
 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