Gaze

Come Monday Night


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,and say a morning prayer,
and sing a rousing song,
sing it on a long walk home.

Come Monday night,
we're in a state of grace
Twenty million boys caught up in a paper chase
If the weekend promised much that 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
and 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.