Maybe on Monday

Woke up on Monday and wrote you a love song, wrote you a love song Well the pen stopped and the paper flew out the window And the notes rang down the road I don’t know where they’ll go get caught in the trees I suppose Ripped apart by the birds and the winter winds whisper good bye to your love Went out walking into the storm, into the storm Followed what I thought was your voice but it was just the riverside I don’t know where they’ll go but I cast the letters you wrote Taken out by the current or sink to the bottom to say a little goodbye to your love Skies dark and the wind blew the trees down I watched as the world slipped away Carved into the bark a final love song Then I carried the words to the fire Staring into the glow where the branches are burning low Sparks shooting out like stars and in the morning say a little goodbye to your love I’ll carry this song with me everyday ‘til I lie down by your side