Mist on a Monday Morning — текст песни (Electric Light Orchestra)

I wake and yawn at the crack of dawn

With dewdrops on my feet

As I rise up to greet the morning

Nothing much to eat

Every breath I take seems to make my body ache

My only friend is mist on a monday morning



Pick up my sack and walk for miles

Never thinking why

To the brewers yard where I can sit

And watch my life go by

Drink and drink all day till my memory melts away

I need a friend like mist on a monday morning



Wheres my wife, has she gone

I hear misty morning call

One foot resting in the grave

Destined not to see her anymore



Theres a den in the grass by the autopath

Of corrugated steel

I may be sleeping there tonight

And depending how I feel

Damp and dirty place

Printing sorrow on my face

With nothing but the mist on a monday morning



Chorus



From... I feel the sin

Like wheels upon my feet

Intoxicated by the night

I stumbled in the street

Every breath I take seems to make my body ache

And drift into the mist on a monday morning