Mist On A Monday Morning

I wake and yawn at the crack of dawn

With dewdrops on my feet

As I rise up to greet the morning

Nothing much to eat

Every breath I take seems to make my body ache

My only friend is mist on a Monday morning

Pick up my sack and walk for miles

Never thinking why

To the brewer's yard where I can sit

And watch my life go by

Drink and drink all day till my memory melts away

Need a friend like mist on a Monday morning

Chorus

Where's my wife has she gone?

I hear misty morning call

One foot resting in the grave

Destined not to see her anymore

There's a den in the grass

By the old towpath of corrugated steel

I may be sleeping there tonight

Depending how I feel

Damp and dirty place printing sorrow on my face

With nothing but the mist on a Monday morning

Chorus

From meths and gin I feel the sin

Like wheels upon my feet

Intoxicated by the night

I stumble in the street

Every breath I take seems to make my body ache

And drift into the mist on a Monday morning