Текст Marc Cohn – The Color Of Monday

The color of Monday, the color of blue
It’s the color of everything without you
Where ever I’m going, whatever I do
The color of Monday keeps seeping through

Running down the staircase, through the door and in the yard
Chasing after rainbows never used to be so hard

But the color of Monday, the color of blue
It’s the color of everything without you
Somewhere inside me is a different hue
But the color of Monday keeps seeping through…
Keeps seeping through…
Keeps seeping through

Tuesday never came
Wednesday couldn’t find my shoes
Thursday morning blues
I said by Friday night I should be all right
But now the weekend’s gone and the TV’s on

And its the color of Monday, the color of blue
It’s the color of everything without you
Where ever I’m going, whatever I do
The color of Monday keeps seeping through

Running down the staircase, through the door and in the yard
Chasing after rainbows never used to be so hard

But the color of Monday, the color of blue
It’s the color of everything without you
Somewhere inside me is a different hue
But the color of Monday keeps seeping through…
Keeps seeping through…

Keeps seeping through…