Monday Morning

She may be young but she only likes old things And modern music it ain't to her tastes She loves the natural light Captured in black and white She sees mirages of mountain ranges Within the blink of her eye it changes Back to the open plain Oh no she can't explain I cry out love keep your arms around me I am a bird that's in need of grounding I'm built to fly away I never learned how to stay The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you And when you're looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you But all these lines and greys refine, They are the maps of our design Of what began on a Monday morning Monday Morning The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you And when you're looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you But all these lines and greys refine, They are the maps of our design Of what began on a Monday morning The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you And when you're looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you And while the glow of youth in time eludes It's burning on inside of you It all began on a Monday morning