Monday morning 5:19 a.m. / Rialto

Monday Morning 5:19a.m. / Rialto At eight o'clock we said goodbye That's when I left her house for mine She said that she'd be staying in Well, she had to be at work by nine So I get home and have a bath And left an hour or two pass Drifting in front of my TV When a film comes on that she wants to see It's Monday morning 5:19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 a.m. And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back And then this must be the end At first I guess she's gone to Cannes Her silver pack of cigarettes A pint of milk, food for the cat But it's midnight now and she's still not back It's Monday morning 5:19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 a.m. And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back Well, heaven knows what then Is this the end At half past two I picture her In the back of someone else's car He runs his fingers through her hair Oh, you shouldn't left Him touch you there It's Monday morning 5:19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 a.m. And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back Well, heaven knows what then Is this the end