Monday's Fácil

Morning, caught one hour of sleep
Sun shade brings me down to my knees
Well I’ve nowhere to be
Was let go, now I’m free
It’s 'bout time
Monday’s Fácil into the week
Orange juice, I lick it off of my cheek
Well I’ve no gift to bring
But I’ll be caroling
Door to door
No well for wishing will help me now
But I find
I’ve been alive
Nearly half the time
Sunflower rising up through the weeds
Long shaped like cricket hand on the key
Crouched, about to leave
I grab a grain of wheat for my smile
Monday’s Fácil into the week
Star-crossed, now maybe I’ve been naive
Well I’m prepared to stay
That I can’t bear to stay anymore
No well for wishing will help me now
But I find
I’ve been alive
Nearly half the time
I must stand alone
I’m going to keep my own
No well for wishing will help me now
But I find
I’ve been alive
Nearly half the time
Barely on the ride
Way to go
Where I speed, I rile the leaves