Moving back to Monday, dinner time at eight
Gonna catch a morning flight, staying way too late
Try to read the good book and pretend that she's not near
Stop short, I don't think it's gonna last
Stop short, I let her get on past
On again, off again, she's a traitor you don't know
I tell you I love you, I need you so
Try to read the good book and pretend that she's not near
Stop short, I don't think it's gonna last
Stop short, I let her get on past
You have been doing such a runaround
You're such a little thing
Call her once, there isn't any more
I take my time and I hope it all works out
The wrong times move in, and the whole thing watches me
Draw straws for days pa**ing by
Living off the starshine, and the river's all run dry