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Lyrics: Brice Long. Other. It's Only Monday.


Sippin'on a coffee goin' ice cold, starin' out the window,
At the red tail lights.
Overslept, runnin' late, sittin' out here on the interstate:
Locked up tight.
Stop an' go, spittin' snow, lookin' through the radio: nothin' on.
Cell 'phone ringin', boss screamin': "Boy you better get your air game on."

An' it's only Monday,
Longer than a sad goodbye,
Lonlier than wonderin' how on earth will I live without you?
And I've only got the whole rest of my lifetime,
Wishin' we had found a way,
And it's only Monday.

Comin' home tonight, turnin' on the light in that empty place.
Is gonna be so hard.
'Cause ever since I saw your pretty little grin, my home has been,
Where you are.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda, girl, I never understood why it went so wrong.
One night down, but it feels like forever since you been gone.

An' it's only Monday,
Longer than a sad goodbye,
Lonlier than wonderin' how on earth will I live without you?
And I've only got the whole rest of my lifetime,
Wishin' we had found a way,
And it's only Monday.

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I keep hopin', some day, some way, baby,
You're gonnas see the light.
I'm already feelin' like hell,
Can't wait for Saturday night.

An' it's only Monday,
Longer than a sad goodbye,
Lonlier than wonderin' how on earth will I live without you?
And I've only got the whole rest of my lifetime,
Wishin' we had found a way,
And it's only Monday.
Only Monday
Long, Brice