Track 5 of the album Corazón de Domingo · 2018
Thirty Years of Mondays
by Max Solano
“Thirty years of the same bus and the same lanyard, and still hope at the end. I wrote it for my uncle, who never complained once.”
pop · pop · nostalgic pop · 3:30
Lyrics
Thirty years of Mondays, same old bus Same old lanyard, same old fuss Now the clock is ticking for the last time Friday's cake and a card, and a handshake line Who will water my desk plant now Who will laugh at my bad old jokes Thirty years of Mondays, now I'm free Sunday morning is waiting for me Take my badge and take my chair I'm leaving all my love right there Thirty years of Mondays, thank you, friends Here's to beginnings, not the ends Clap your hands, the door swings wide Sunshine's waiting on the other side Garden gloves are by the door Fishing rod and a map of shores Grandkids calling, come and play Every morning is a holiday Who will water my desk plant now I'll bring it home, I'll make it proud Thirty years of Mondays, now I'm free Sunday morning is waiting for me Take my badge and take my chair I'm leaving all my love right there Thirty years of Mondays, thank you, friends Here's to beginnings, not the ends Clap your hands, the door swings wide Sunshine's waiting on the other side Slow coffee, no alarm Walking home with nothing wrong Every year a little song Now I get to sing along Thirty years of Mondays, now I'm free Sunday morning is waiting for me Take my badge and take my chair I'm leaving all my love right there Thirty years of Mondays, thank you, friends Here's to beginnings, not the ends Clap your hands, the door swings wide Sunshine's waiting on the other side Thirty years of Mondays Hello, Sunday