Come Monday Night - God Help The Girl

Come Monday night, the day of work is done

Tuesday morning looms, the grey of ordinariness

Start by putting off your chores

And all the crushing bores

Say your morning prayers

Sing a rousing song

Then sing it on the long walk home

Come Monday night we’re in a state of grace

Twenty-million boys are caught up in a paper chase

If the weekend promised much

Then it failed to touch

On a single count what I was hoping for

What I was hoping for

Come Monday night we turn the telly off

To listen to the silence

Light that comes in from outside

If you could catch it all

And pin it to your wall

Then you would sleep much better

Baby you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better

Baby you would sleep much better

Maybe you would sleep much better