Morose

A red-eye to Indiana November 21 You were standing at the station Thinking I'd never come Scotch bars and alleyway kisses Prine on the waterfront With every button you undo The more you become undone Undone Come on, girl There's a better world Baby, Mondays come But don't dread Until Morose The night you drove away On the AM radio 500 miles we would walk Is it worth it I'll never know Friday, you taste like honey Monday, like tequila and regret Long-distance in the same room All I am, a silhouette Come on, girl There's a better world Baby, Mondays come But don't dread Until Morose