All quiet Monday Morning.
The air is still and cool.
It must be mid September.
Time flies, it is the rule.
They said we’re promised nothing.
I wonder how they knew.
To believe so much in flying time.
Was it meant for me or you?
Monday Morning
All quiet Monday Morning.
The air is still and cool.
It must be mid September.
Time flies, it is the rule.
They said we’re promised nothing.
I wonder how they knew.
To believe so much in flying time.
Was it meant for me or you?
Dennis Mantin 