Our song

I believed every word you ever told me
So I never knew a time that I felt free
Each word was a link in the chain you used to hold me
And bind me to a dying fantasy
Monday mornings are always full of good ideas
Last Monday morning I thought of leaving you
I thought I’d ride a seven-forty-seven
On wings of silver through a sky of blue
Wonder if you told the truth
Would you feel the same
Wonder if I heard the truth
Would I take half the blame
Night-time comes so cool and ocean breezy
And from the wine I pour out a song
But lately singing don’t come quite as easy
And I believe it’s because we’re both alone
And I believe it’s because we’re both alone
And I believe it’s because we’re both alone