Mr. Monday Lyrics

Oh, Mr. Monday
Me oh my,
You collect on the tears we cry.
Where's the reason;
Where's the rhyme?
Mr. Monday, can you spare a dime?

The world is calling you,
But you don't wanna hear.
You're holding on to
All that's left
Of yesterday.

Cry of "Come together"
Ringing in your ears,
But you just wait for
Someone else to
Find the way.

You hide tomorrow,
In the corner of your mind,
And tell yourself you're
Everything you
Wanna be.

You want the pot of gold
That only seekers find,
But all you have to
Give us is
Your sympathy.

You could find the love to give,
But you can't spare the time.