Monday Morning

On Monday morning,

I woke up and saw your face,
I could hear you breathing,
A breath away from snoring,
Every hair was out of place,

You were still sleeping,
You were still dreaming
Of places far away,

And I still loved you.
And I still loved you,

On that Monday morning.

So I got out of bed,
Brushed my hair,
Brushed my teeth,
Brushed the sleep out of my eyes,

I didn't want to wake you,
I knew you had a long day of living in front of you,

You were still sleeping,
You were still dreaming,
Maybe it was about me this time,

And I still loved you,
And I still loved you,

On that Monday morning.

So I put on my jeans,
The ones you said always looked good on me,
And I pulled on my T-shirt,
And it still smelled of the love we made last night,
And I tied my hair up,
Because I hate it when it's down,

When I'm down.

And you were still sleeping,
And you were still dreaming,
Or were you just lying...there?

On that Monday morning.

Now, they tell me Monday is the worst day of the week,
But I'm not weak, no, I'm not weak,
And they tell me Mondays come too fast,
But they never told me that Mondays don't last.

So I sat down beside you,
And ran my fingers down your back,
And I whispered

-Good morning, what did you dream about last night?

And you told me that I awoke something in you,
It was all I really hoped to do,

And you stopped sleeping.
And I stopped dreaming.

But I still loved you,
And I'll always love you,

On that Monday morning.