This is the title track from my current CD.
Music and Lyrics By Stephen Lee Rich
Copyright 2002 by Stephen L. Rich
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Facing Monday
By Stephen Lee Rich
1) When I woke up Sunday morning
Life was already grim
I knew damned well the axe would fall
But I didn’t know just when
But when I got that phone call
And I was finally told
I wasn’t sure what I should feel
Except ragged, tired and old.
Chorus:
Now this big apartment
Doesn’t feel like home.
Love just died on Sunday night.
I’m facing Monday on my own.
2) I’d been at her bedside all day long.
I left the hospital to eat.
I also had to feed our cats
And try to get some sleep.
In the time it took to travel home
My darlin’ slipped away.
The doctor called me on the phone
But, all that he could say (was)
Chorus:
Son, that big apartment
May not feel like home.
Love just died on Sunday night.
You’re facing Monday on your own.
Bridge:
Sixteen years together
Wasn’t half enough for me.
What’s beyond the devastation
Was too far away to see.
3) (all but last two lines should be spoken
rather than sung)
When I hung up from that phone call
I just sat down and cried.
The whole darned thing had emptied me
Of songs or jokes or pride.
There’s no ending to this story,
At least, not one I know.
My life keeps moving onward
‘Cause there’s nowhere else to go.
Chorus (first)
Copyright 2002 by Stephen L. Rich
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