The roads, they call me home
When home is where I thought I am
The gold in the evening sun
points a long finger to the roads beyond
and goads me out
from my gluttony, my thought,
my alarm, and my pining.
A meek farewell and a
tender few moments in a brief window
but the physical expression
came, came right, and
came to steal the cake.
Monday is that day of the week
when the groove got on
far and beyond
what two lovers thought
they could be, and beyond.
Love me again
like it's Monday.
When home is where I thought I am
The gold in the evening sun
points a long finger to the roads beyond
and goads me out
from my gluttony, my thought,
my alarm, and my pining.
A meek farewell and a
tender few moments in a brief window
but the physical expression
came, came right, and
came to steal the cake.
Monday is that day of the week
when the groove got on
far and beyond
what two lovers thought
they could be, and beyond.
Love me again
like it's Monday.
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