Way It Goes Video (MV)

The way that thing's been going, it seems we've lost our say
And the wheels we've sent a-rolling, all that's left is to get on out the way
But if we don't wake tomorrow, god forbid and knock on wood
It would end in the only way it could
On a Monday

While the faithful sigh contently and the faithless struggle on
The fire that burns so brightly is everything but warm
But we all cry into the darkness and flock on to the flame
For each of us, the tower falls the same
On a Monday

The high all fly above us, past their noses, looking down
At the people left behind them, waiting, hopeless, on the ground
And a change is softly calling, but they're blindly standing tall
And it seems just right that this is how it falls
On a Monday