Flew home last month for a celebration
Stared down Ulysses Grant Highway
The icicles hung off wood unpainted
Kathleen, please don't shut that door
Because
This time Monday
I'm on my way
To your doorway
I'm at your door
I can't pray for our love's salvation
Miss me, I know you never will
So let's be honest we always kill the saviors
Miss you, I know we always will
That's why
This time Monday
I'm on my way
To your doorway
I'm at your door
It's no surprise
It's no surprise
Throw all your wings, M. Luther King
No one came to my celebration
Nothing to buy, nothing to unwrap
Oh well
This time Monday
I'm on my way
To your doorway
Sweep your floorway
I'm at your door
I'm at your door
I'm at your door
I'm at your door