Monday Morning 5:19 - Rialto
At eight o'clock we said good-bye
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 TV
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
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine
And now it's almost six AM
and I don't want to try again
cos 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
* Repeat
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
* Repeat
