It was a cloudy morning in Oulundi
I could see the rain in your eye
I was looking for a word to somehow make it right
But the only word I found was goodbye
I watched you from the doorway walking over the hill
Your hand shadow waving, waving in the air
And me saying he'll be back, he'll be back
Over and over like a prayer
Monday to Monday (scratching in the gold dust)
You were so far, so far away
Monday to Monday (sometimes I'm forgetting)
The memory of your sweet face slips away
Monday to Monday (but he'll be home)
Someday, I'll be home
Oh, it's terrible, terrible loving you from so far
Our flowers struggling in the desert sand
Watered with the dry words on scraps of paper
Written by a stranger's hand
But one day our home will green again
Our babies will play under the Jacaranda tree
You and I will be loving close, close
A day will come when we'll be free
Monday to Monday (a mile down in the darkness)
Praying, praying and praying to Morena
Monday to Monday (I can't ride on the blue train)
Watching for you by the roadside
Monday to Monday (I'm fighting with the feeling)
So far, so far, so far away
Monday to Monday (but I'll be home someday)
He'll be coming home
Monday to Monday (a way down in the darkness)
Praying, praying and praying to Morena
Monday to Monday (mina neizobuya)
Monday to Monday (thinking on your sweet eyes)
Thinking, thinking on your strong hands
Monday to Monday (time, she sure go slowly)
Monday to Monday (can't ride on the blue train)
Monday to Monday...
