Monday Morning

Monday Morning

Day At The Fair, A
(album: The Rocking Chair Years)

Long before my stomping grounds got trampled on,
I sat and felt the greatest song,
That every painter, every poet, couldn´t create,
And the words they open doors,
From what my parents had wished for,
When they had a child and raised a kid that came to this,

And how good does life feel in times like this?
And how good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss?
These feelings exist,

Let it rain on Monday morning,
Right before the world´s awake,
I will lie there and just think about the weather,
Let my blood beat from my chest,
And put my veins up to it´s test,
I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive,
I´m alive,

About the time the treehouse built fell on the lawn,
We sat and heard the first of songs,
That every rocking chair and shoebox would create,
It´s a world that´s grown to be,
So careless with it´s memories,
Only benevolence can capture what I mean,

But how good´s this picture when the backgrounds gone?
And I still feel great about standing tall when everything went wrong,
And I am all alone,

Let it rain on Monday morning,
Right before the world´s awake,
I will lie there and just think about the weather,
Let my blood beat from my chest,
And put my veins up to it´s test,
I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive,
I´m alive,
Yeah, I´m alive,
Well I´m so alive, yeah, yeah,

Let it rain on my rooftop,
So I can hear the sounds,
Of passing winds through blowing trees,
Says I´ll see you around,
When the seasons can say things,
That I never can,
When words describe nothing,
When I come home again,
Well I guess I must of lost it,
In line of my luck,
That says this is your life now,
And you´re done with growing up,
Well I missed my mark,
And I miss the trees,
And I miss lying in bed today,
To picture these things,