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