She Left on a Monday - Bic Runga

She left on a Monday

She’s a siren down the road

In your herringbone overcoat

That you don’t expect to get back

And it’s an ordinary sky

Today’s like any other day

When all of the aeroplanes

Write her name in the clouds

And nothing’s wrong

But it’s already Sunday

And you know just how Sunday

Was the day that she would come around?

Go to her foolish man

What’s the use of having pride if you don’t have her?

She’ll endure all she can

But you could make this easier on her

It’s all like sinking

You’re trying to stay afloat

Like a wind blown paper boat

Over uncharted sea

There’s no question why

You’re driving to kill some time

Racing the power lines

Back into town

Go to her foolish man

What’s the use of having pride if you don’t have her?

She’ll endure all she can

But you could make this easier on her

Go to her foolish man

What’s the use of having pride if you don’t have her?

She’ll endure all she can

But you could make this easier on her

Make this easier on her

Make this easier on her

Make this easier on her