I wake and yawn at the crack of dawnwith dewdrops on my feetas I rise up to greet the morningnothing much to eatevery breath I take seems to make my body achemy only friend is mist on a monday morningpick up my sack and walk for milesnever thinking whyto the brewer’s yard where I can sitand watch my life go bydrink and drink all day till my memory melts awayi need a friend like mist on a monday morningwhere’s my wife, has she gonei hear misty morning callone foot resting in the gravedestined not to see her anymorethere’s a den in the grass by the autopathof corrugated steeli may be sleeping there tonightand depending how I feeldamp and dirty placeprinting sorrow on my facewith nothing but the mist on a monday morningchorusfrom... I feel the sinlike wheels upon my feetintoxicated by the nighti stumbled in the streetevery breath I take seems to make my body acheand drift into the mist on a monday morning
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