| [ Mr.Monday ] |
| * |
| Oh, Mr. Monday me oh my, |
| You collect on the tears we cry. |
| Where's the reason where's the rhyme? |
| Mr. Monday, can you spare a dime? * |
| The world is calling you, |
| But you don't wanna hear. |
| You're holding on to all that's left of yesterday. |
| The cry of "Come together" |
| Ringing in your ears, |
| But you just wait |
| For someone else to find the way. |
| * |
| You hide tomorrow, |
| In the corner of your mind |
| And tell yourself you're everything |
| You wanna be. |
| You want the pot of gold |
| That only seekers find, |
| But all you have |
| To give us is your sympathy. |
| * |
| You could find the love to give, |
| But you can't spare the time. |
| * |
| … |