Electric Light Orchestra - Mist On A Monday Morning - Текст песни

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 brewer's 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

		Where's my wife, has she gone
		I hear misty morning call
		One foot resting in the grave
		Destined not to see her anymore

	There's 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