Bic Runga - She Left On A Monday

She left on a Monday
She`s a siren down the road
In your herringbone overcoat
That you don`t expect to get back

And it`s an ordinary sky
Today`s like any other day
When all of the aeroplanes 
Write her name in the clouds

And nothing`s wrong
But it`s already Sunday
And you know just how Sunday
Was the day that she would come around?

Go to her foolish man
What`s the use of having pride if you don`t have her?
She`ll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her

It`s all like sinking
You`re trying to stay afloat
Like a wind blown paper boat
Over uncharted sea

There`s no question why 
You`re driving to kill some time
Racing the power lines
Back into town

Go to her foolish man
What`s the use of having pride if you don`t have her?
She`ll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her

Go to her foolish man
What`s the use of having pride if you don`t have her?
She`ll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
Make this easier on her