Alan Tarney & Leo Sayermonday morning nine a.m.I missed my bus I must’ve overslept again’phoned up work told ‘em I can’t go onsince she left this house is not a home I knowshe’s not coming backshe’s not coming backshe’s not coming backshe’s not coming backall my friends they keep coming aroundwell they can ress me up but I won’t paint the townno one else’ll do the things she’d doall my fun is up because I know this time for sureshe’s not coming back– she didn’t have a reason– she wanted to be free– she told me she was leavingmonday evenings used to be so easy rollin’staying home with hernow this room is like a prisonI can’t go nowhere I’m nothing without hershe’s not coming back — no moretuesday morning and it’s not that badwell I’m smiling now thinking of all the fun we hadand if I see her this is what I will saywell thanks for asking but as you see I’m okayshe’s not coming back– she didn’t have a reason– she wanted to be free– she told me she was leavingshe was leaving me
