monday morning nine a.m.I missed my bus I must've overslept again'phoned up work told 'em I can't go onsince she left this house is not a home I know
she's not coming backshe's not coming backshe's not coming backshe's not coming back
all my friends they keep coming aroundwell they can ress me up but I won't paint the townno one else'll do the things she'd doall my fun is up because I know this time for sure
she's not coming back-- she didn't have a reason-- she wanted to be free-- she told me she was leaving
monday evenings used to be so easy rollin'staying home with hernow this room is like a prisonI can't go nowhere I'm nothing without hershe's not coming back -- no more
tuesday morning and it's not that badwell I'm smiling now thinking of all the fun we hadand if I see her this is what I will saywell thanks for asking but as you see I'm okay
she's not coming back-- she didn't have a reason-- she wanted to be free-- she told me she was leavingshe was leaving me