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 gra** 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