Monday Morning 5:19

At eight o'clock we said goodbye

That's when I left her house for mine

She said that she'd be staying in

Well, she had to be at work by nine

So I get home and have a bath

And let an hour or two pass

Drifting in front of my TV

When a film comes on that she wants to see

It's Monday morning 5:19

And I'm still wondering where she's been

'Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine

And now it's almost 6 am, and I don't want to try again

'Cause if she's still not back, then this must be the end

At first, I guess she's gone to get herself a pack of cigarettes

A pint of milk, food for the cat

But it's midnight now and she's still not back

It's Monday morning 5:19

And I'm still wondering where she's been

'Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine

And now it's almost 6 am, and I don't want to try again

'Cause if she's still not back, well heaven knows, what then?

Is this the end?

At half past two I picture her

In the back of someone else's car

He runs his fingers through her hair

Oh, you shouldn't let him touch you there

It's Monday morning 5:19

And I'm still wondering where she's been

'Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine

And now it's almost 6 am, and I don't want to try again

'Cause if she's still not back, well, heaven knows, what then?

Is this the end?