Instrumental

Written by ian bairnson
Keyboards, guitars, bass, saxophone, mandolin: ian bairnson
Drums: stuart elliott

Instrumental

they call it stormy monday
But tuesday's just as bad.
They call it stormy monday
But tuesday's just as bad.
Lord, and wednesday's worse
And thursday's all so sad.

diamonds...
Roses
I need...moses
To cross this sea of loneliness
Part this red river of pain
Ha! i don't neccessarily buy
Any key to the future or happiness

Such a feelin's comin' over me
There is wonder in most everything I see
Not a cloud in the sky
Got the sun in my eyes
And I won't be surprised if it's a dream

You're a righteous child, got a tear tattooed on your face
Yeah, sometimes you drink too much, well hey, that's ok
Don't you know the truth is killing you?

(don robertson/lou herscher)

You're free to go, darling
I'll break the ties that bind
Somehow the plans we made have gone astray
You're free to go, darling

Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your belgian lace
Taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?

Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne
The mirror was a window she sat by alone.
All around the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue.

Dirty money
Washed rich
Suck my honey
It's a cinch

Use your delusions
To get ahead
I'm not faking
A single breath

You say these days are made of rust

I don't want to be a politician
I don't want to be a fake
I don't want to talk about my mission
I don't want to be a snake

I don't want to be a so-frustated