[Verse 1] Monday morning seven thirty I am already dressed Stopping at the bakery she likes the one on West Same order every time she does not have to ask Knowing what somebody needs without being asked That is just years of paying attention to a person Knowing every detail before the situation worsens Pull up to her driveway shift to park and sit Just a second before I knock just taking it in [Chorus] Every Monday I am there Same knock on the door same chair She is waiting by the window with her tea Every Monday she is expecting me Not because I have to be Because there is nowhere else I need to be Every Monday that is just the deal Some things you do because they are real [Verse 2] Sit down at the kitchen table she starts talking About people I have never met and places worth walking I listen like it is the first time every time Because watching her remember is something close to divine She asks about my week I tell her something true Not the easy version something she can chew on too Because she has earned that she has been here from the start Monday mornings at her table that is just my heart [Chorus] Every Monday I am there Same knock on the door same chair She is waiting by the window with her tea Every Monday she is expecting me Not because I have to be Because there is nowhere else I need to be Every Monday that is just the deal Some things you do because they are real [Bridge] She will not be here forever I already know That thought lives quiet underneath everything though So I check the smoke detector before I go Fix the hinge that has been loose since a month ago Not because she asked me to Just because I was there and I could do Something small that says I see you Something small that says I am not leaving you [Verse 3] Before I go I wash the cups we used Put them back exactly where she keeps them She hugs me at the door and holds a little long I do not rush it because that hug is where I belong Walk back to the car and sit a moment still Something about a Monday morning gives a certain kind of fill Drive home quieter than I came Show up next Monday and do it all again [Chorus] Every Monday I am there Same knock on the door same chair She is waiting by the window with her tea Every Monday she is expecting me Not because I have to be Because there is nowhere else I need to be Every Monday that is just the deal Some things you do because they are real [Outro] Same chair Same knock Every Monday Because one day there won't be one
