(Intro) (Fast electric guitar riff, palm muted, then open power chords) (Drum fill – 1, 2, 3, 4!) [Verse 1] Seven o'clock, the sky turns gray Another cloud gets in my way My motivation's flatline, low Like the signal on the overhead show Faces in the station hall Waiting for the rust on the rail The speaker crackles, voice so slow Saying "We're delayed... and nowhere close." [Pre-Chorus] Heads down, glued to the screen Living life in-between lines Every single person's frozen tight Ignoring the fading sunlight. [Chorus] 'Cause it's Monday! And the week is dragging long Before I've even gotten wrong I'm stuck here in this train car box Trying to laugh about all the shocks Yeah, the clouds are low, yeah, the sky is cold Just a story waiting to get old (Whoa-oh-oh) Stuck inside this Monday mold! [Verse 2] Silence loud enough to break I steal a glance – the girl across is pretty But my courage glitches like bad Wi-Fi, connection lost before I even try. She never looks up, just scrolls on by, while my stupid heartbeat stumbles loud. Her eyes stay locked on that glowing case, and Monday scores another round. [Pre-Chorus] Heads down, glued to the screen Living life in-between lines One more hour, one more sigh Watching all the seconds die. [Chorus] 'Cause it's Monday! And the week is dragging long Before I've even gotten wrong I'm stuck here in this train car box Trying to laugh about all the shocks Yeah, the clouds are low, yeah, the sky is cold Just a story waiting to get old (Whoa-oh-oh) Stuck inside this Monday mold! [Bridge] (Tempo slows down slightly, heavy bass line) Why does Friday always feel like miles away? Every minute stretching into another delay I wanna scream but the sound gets drowned Just the static roar of wheels spinning round! (Guitar Solo – High pitch, melodic chaos) [Guitar Solo] (High energy, squealing notes) [Chorus] 'Cause it's Monday! And the week is dragging long Before I've even gotten wrong I'm stuck here in this train car box Trying to laugh about all the shocks Yeah, the clouds are low, yeah, the sky is cold Just a story waiting to get old (Whoa-oh-oh) Stuck inside this Monday mold! [Outro] The train pulls in The doors won't open yet again Just another day of gray Hope the weekend comes to save... (Slow fade) To save... (Final power chord ring out) (Cut to silence)
