Monday

It's a monday morning and you can feel it
Over the weekend I didn't do shit
Asleep in class, I don't want to move
Nothing to do, I think of you

I slip off and dream, fantasy
I dream of warmth, you and me
In your arms, your backyard
How far have we gone from there, how far

It's saturday morning and lay in bed
Million thoughts of you running through my head
Comfortable swimming in a stream
I close my eyes again and I dream

Chorus

Lyrics: A. St. Pierre. Music: M. Bryan, T. McCoy, C. Burns