Come Monday Night

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Come Monday night, the day of work is done

Tuesday morning looms, the grey of ordinariness

Start by putting off your chores and all the crushing bores

Say your morning prayers, sing a rousing song

Then sing it on the long walk home

Come Monday night, we're in a state of grace

Twenty-million boys are caught up in a paper chase

If the weekend promised much, then it failed to touch

On a single count what I was hoping for

What I was hoping for

Come Monday night, we turn the telly off

To listen to the silence

Light that comes in from outside

If you could catch it all and pin it to your wall

Then you would sleep much better

Baby, you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby, you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby, you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby, you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby, you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby, you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better