All My Tomorrows are Mondays

All My Tomorrows
by Jesse Daniel Edwards
ASCAP

the Sunday paper still lies on the lawn
the headlines, history dead and gone
soaked through by the sprinkler system
as it wept over red roses at dawn
get to work can't find a parking spot
leave the car parked around the block
windows down with the doors unlocked
watch the clouds roll in at 9 o' clock

I fell in love on Friday
I got engaged on Saturday
but City Hall was all closed up on Sunday
then she ran away
and ran off with all my somedays
now all my tomorrows are Mondays

one lost weekend and one hundred thirteen messages
concerned friends and acquaintances
asking where I went
in the dead of winter
without my sweater
with the stranger in the summer dress
I'm sorry mother but I've lost the garnet
that father gave you on your engagement
she took it along with my heart and left
she didn't leave a forwarding address