just sitting round
in a big old empty house
diddling my guitar
just as quiet as a mouse
no need to argue
no need to shout
just the rain on the roof
and a heart full of doubt
is she gone for good
that all it's about
it's a stormy Monday
both within and without
stormy Monday
stormy Monday
there was thunder and lightning
all through Sunday
she crashed out the door
and that was before
she stole my car
and zoomed off in a roar
I hope she comes back someday
but as for now it's just a stormy Monday
will it ever
stop pouring down?
have I lost
all that I found?
will the room stop
spinning round?
will my head
stop pounding pound?
will today ever be yesterday?
or will it forever be stormy Monday?