133210 x13311 / 033210 x35533 xx0231 x02010 xx0210 x32010 / x3x210 x3x231 x32310 [Begin softly, and build to a slow crescendo throughout] She left on a Monday, / She's a siren down the road / In your herringbone overcoat That you don't expect to get back And it's an ordinary sky / Today's like any other day / When all of the aeroplanes Write her name in the clouds And nothing's wrong / But it's already Sunday / And you know just how Sunday Was the day that she would come around Go to her, foolish man What's the use of having pride if you don't have her? She'll endure all she can C (let ring) But you could make this ease your own hurt It's all like sinking / You're trying to stay afloat Like a wind-blown paper boat Over uncharted seas There's no question why / You're driving to kill some time / Racing the powerlines Back into town Go to her, foolish man What's the use of having pride if you don't have her? She'll endure all she can But you could make this ease your own hurt Go to her, foolish man What's the use of having pride if you don't have her? She'll endure all she can But you could make this ease your own hurt Make this ease your own hurt Make this ease your own hurt Make this ease your own hurt