| Go back to sleep and dream |
| Tip down your pink sombrero |
| Today was a time machine |
| That’s broken down in tomorrow |
| And I know |
| By the sound |
| Of the rain |
| As it falls on the ground |
| That this love |
| Is a shelter with holes |
| If we stay here too long |
| We’ll be drenched to the bones |
| Go back to sleep and dream |
| Cling to the ones that you love |
| Hide them in your memories |
| So you’ll remember exactly what was |
| When you wake |
| To the sound |
| Of the rain |
| As it falls on the ground |
| And you’ll know |
| It’s a shelter with holes |
| If we stay here too long |
| We’ll be drenched to the bones |
| Monday, Monday, Monday, see what’s become of my someday |
| Monday, Monday, Monday, see what’s become of my someday |
| Someday, someday, someday, maybe I’ll stop looking back on |
| Monday, Monday, Monday, see what’s become… |
| Go back to sleep and dream |
| Tip down your pink sombrero |
| This van is a time machine |
| That’s broken down in tomorrow |
| We get lost |
| On the way |
| By the things |
| That we do and we say |
| Things we don’t even mean |
| But we say anyways |
| And pretend to believe |
| Monday, Monday, Monday, see what’s become of my someday |
| Monday, Monday, Monday, see what’s become of my someday |
| Someday, someday, someday, maybe I’ll stop looking back on |
| Monday, Monday, Monday, see what’s become… |