It's Monday mornin' and the coffee's on the brill. The sun's a warnin', sendin' signals to the moon. I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits. I can't believe myself and I can hardly stand it anymore.
Waiting, I'm waiting to hold. Nothing 'cause everyone knows. Nothing's much, easier to touch. . Wanted, I wanted a love. That buries me under his shrug.