Writers: alan tarney & leo sayer



Monday morning nine a.m.

I missed my bus i must've overslept again

'phoned up work told 'em i can't go on

Since she left this house is not a home i know



She's not coming back

She's not coming back

She's not coming back

She's not coming back



All my friends they keep coming around

Well they can ress me up but i won't paint the town

No one else'll do the things she'd do

All my fun is up because i know this time for sure



She's not coming back

-- she didn't have a reason

-- she wanted to be free

-- she told me she was leaving



Monday evenings used to be so easy rollin'

Staying home with her

Now this room is like a prison

I can't go nowhere i'm nothing without her

She's not coming back -- no more



Tuesday morning and it's not that bad

Well i'm smiling now thinking of all the fun we had

And if i see her this is what i will say

Well thanks for asking but as you see i'm okay



She's not coming back

-- she didn't have a reason

-- she wanted to be free

-- she told me she was leaving

She was leaving me




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