Monday Morning 5.19 - Rialto
At eight o'clock we said good-bye'
that's when I left her house for mine.
She said that she'd be staying in'
well she had to be at work by nine.
So I get home and have a bath'
and let an hour or two pass'
drifting in front of my T.V.'
when a film comes on that she wants to see.
It's Monday morning 5:19
and I'm still wondering where she's been'
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six a.m.
and I don't want to try again'
cos if she's still not back then this must be the end.
At first I guess she's gone to get
herself a pack of cigarettes'
a pint of milk' food for the cat'
but it's midnight now and she's still not back.
It's Monday morning 5:19
and I'm still wondering where she's been'
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six a.m.
and I don't want to try again'
cos if she's still not back then this must be the end.
At half past two I picture her
in the back of someone else's car.
He runs his fingers through her hair'
oh you shouldn't let him touch you there.
It's Monday morning 5:19
and I'm still wondering where she's been'
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six a.m.
and I don't want to try again'
'cause if she's still not back then heaven knows, what then, is this the end?
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