Every Monday my heart cracks
I fall back inside seeking you
The streetlights would come on in that
small Nebraska town,
They signaled my journey home
I would open that front door and lemon
would assault me,
You would be in the kitchen cooking
Meatloaf and mashed potatoes
Kimmy would be singing along with
Barney,
Dad off again getting wasted
You would smile at me lovingly
You would grab my hands and we would
dance away,
The dogs would jump around howling
I hate Mondays they remind me of you
I hate the smilies they leave me lonely
now when I think of you...
