Mr. Monday

Oh, Mr. Monday
Me oh my
You collect on the tears we cry
Where’s the reason;
Where’s the rhyme?
Mr. Monday, can you spare a dime?
The world is calling you
But you don’t wanna hear
You’re holding on to
All that’s left
Of yesterday
Cry of «Come together»
Ringing in your ears
But you just wait for
Someone else to
Find the way
You hide tomorrow
In the corner of your mind
And tell yourself you’re
Everything you
Wanna be
You want the pot of gold
That only seekers find
But all you have to
Give us is
Your sympathy
You could find the love to give
But you can’t spare the time