She left on a Monday
   She's a sign down the road
   and your hair ......?
  
   But you don't expect to get by
   Its an ordinary sky
   Todays like any other day
   When all of the airplanes
   Riding in the clouds
   And nothings wrong
   But its already Sunday
   And you know just how Sunday
   Is the day that she will come around
   Go to her foolish man
   Whats the use of having pride if you don't have her
   She'll endure all she can
   When you can make this easier on her
  
   Its all like sinking
   You're rising to stay afloat
   Like a windborne paper boat
   Or uncharted sea
   Its no question why
   You're driving to kill some time
   Racing the power lines
   Back into town
  
   Go to her foolish man
   Whats the use of having pride if you don't have her
   She'll endure all she can
   But you can make it easieron her
   Go to her foolish man
   Whats the use of having pride if you don't have her
   She'll endure all she can
   When you can make this easier on her.