The treetops sing like an angels choir
My old sneakers swing from a telephone wire
Neon stutters in the window
Where you pawned your wings and hung up your halo
I used to think you were my religion
I bathed in your smile and your evangelism
A dime a dozen, one in a million
I guess my prayers couldnt change your decision
Goodbye, blue Monday
Youre a red balloon, I got nowhere to be
But I gotta stick around in this field of your gravity
Lift me up, lift me up and take me home
You cant measure the sky and call it your own
Im a satellite in your solar system
Orbit inside this perfect collision
A dime a dozen, one in a million
I guess my sign couldnt change your decision
Goodbye, blue Monday
Its alright now honey
Its not like were makin a break
Youve become a part of me
Like every good mistake I ever made
You fell in love with your ambition
White noise lies on the television
A dime a dozen, one in a million
I guess my vote couldnt change your decision
Goodbye, blue Monday