Monday Morning

Long before my stomping grounds got trampled on

I sat and felt the greatest song

That every painter, every poet, couldn't create

And the words they open doors

From what my parents had wished for

When they had a child and raised a kid that came to this

And how good does life feel in times like this?

And how good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss?

These feelings exist

Let it rain on Monday morning

Right before the world's awake

I will lie there and just think about the weather

Let my blood beat from my chest

And put my veins up to it's test

I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive

I'm alive

About the time the treehouse built fell on the lawn

We sat and heard the first of songs

That every rocking chair and shoebox would create

It's a world that's grown to be

So careless with it's memories

Only benevolence can capture what I mean

But how good's this picture when the backgrounds gone?

And I still feel great about standing tall when everything went wrong

And I am all alone

Let it rain on Monday morning

Right before the world's awake

I will lie there and just think about the weather

Let my blood beat from my chest

And put my veins up to it's test

I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive

I'm alive

Yeah, I'm alive

Well I'm so alive, yeah, yeah

Let it rain on my rooftop

So I can hear the sounds

Of passing winds through blowing trees

Says I'll see you around

When the seasons can say things

That I never can

When words describe nothing

When I come home again

Well I guess I must of lost it

In line of my luck

That says this is your life now

And you're done with growing up

Well I missed my mark

And I miss the trees

And I miss lying in bed today

To picture these things