In an empty field by the railroad tracks
You can see a martin on it's long way back
Now the train's not rolling and there's no one here
But the telephone lines and a trail of tears
Everybody's hoping
For a little good luck
No one ever shows up
And it's me
Counting on monday
Counting on monday
And I wish I was in another place in a different time
And I hope there's a future by this time next year
I'll be counting the days until there's someone here
Nothing ever changes
Changes for the better
Going through the motions
And it's me
Counting on monday
Counting on monday
It's all I know how to do
When the week brings nothing new
When I leave it up to you
Everybody's hoping
For a little good luck
No one ever shows up
And it's me
Counting on monday
Nothing ever changes (monday, counting on monday)
Changes for the better (monday, counting on monday)
Going through the motions (monday, counting on monday)
And it's me
Counting on monday
Counting on monday
Counting on monday
Counting on monday
Counting on monday
Counting on monday
Counting on monday