Текст песни Too Many Mondays

Nothing much worth taking Only years of things to leave behind Mama quit your crying Don't keep telling me I've lost my mind Now I'm tired of making good and feeling bad When I came to this morning It came to me I had Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings When I hate to see the light Too many Mondays That keep coming back too soon Too few free and easy Sunday afternoons Living can be dying When the days are all just marking time Mama now we've made it Can't you see it wasn't worth the climb Now there's something missing And I don't know what But the more I think about it The more I know I got Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings When I hate to see the light Too many Mondays That keep coming 'round too soon Too few free and easy Sunday afternoons There are songs and sweet tomorrows Tugging at my sleeve Mama don't you see their calling me Calling me Got to believe them Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings When I hate to see the light Too many Mondays That keep a-coming 'round too soon Too few free and easy Sunday afternoons