Monday Morning lyrics

Long before my stomping grounds got trampled on
I sat and felt the greatest song
That every painter - every poet couldn't create.

And words they opened doors
From what my parents had wished for
When the had a child and raised a kid
That I 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 is awake
I will ly 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.
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About the time our tree house built fell on the lawn
We sat and heard the first of songs
That every rocking chair and shoe box 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 is this picture when the background's gone?
When 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 is awake
I will ly 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.

Let it rain on my rooftop
So I can hear the sounds,
Of passing winds through blowing tree's
That say "I'll see you around."
The seasons can say things that I never can.
These words describe nothing,
When I come home again.
Well I guess I must have lost it,
In a line of my luck.
It said "this is you're life now, and you're done with growing up."
Well I missed my mark,
And I miss those tree's,
And I miss lying in bed tonight to picture these things.