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 let an hour or two pass Drifting in front of my T.V. 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 everytime I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost six a.m. And I don't want to try again ‘Cause if she's still not back Then this must be the end
At first I guess she's gone to get Herself a 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 everytime I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost six a.m. And I don't want to try again ‘Cause if she's still not back home I don't know if she would, 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 let Him touch you there.
It's Monday morning 5:19 And I'm still wondering where she's been ‘Cause everytime I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost six a.m. And I don't want to try again ‘Cause if she's still not back home I don't know if she would, then Is this the end