Goodbye Blue Monday

The treetops sing like an angel's choir My old sneakers swing from a telephone wire Neon stutters in the window Where you pawned your wings and hung up your halo I used to think you were my religion I bathed in your smile and your evangelism A dime a dozen, one in a million I guess my prayers couldn't change your decision Goodbye, blue Monday You're a red balloon, I got nowhere to be But I gotta stick around in this field of your gravity Lift me up, lift me up and take me home You can't measure the sky and call it your own I'm a satellite in your solar system Orbit inside this perfect collision A dime a dozen, one in a million I guess my sign couldn't change your decision Goodbye, blue Monday