Moving back to Monday, dinner time at eight Gonna catch a morning flight, staying way too late Try to read the good book and pretend that she's not near Stop short, I don't think it's gonna last Stop short, I let her get on past On again, off again, she's a traitor you don't know I tell you I love you, I need you so Try to read the good book and pretend that she's not near Stop short, I don't think it's gonna last Stop short, I let her get on past You have been doing such a runaround You're such a little thing Call her once, there isn't any more I take my time and I hope it all works out The wrong times move in, and the whole thing watches me Draw straws for days passing by Living off the starshine, and the river's all run dry