The treetops sing like an angel's 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 couldn't change your decision



Goodbye, blue Monday



You're 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 can't measure the sky and call it your own



I'm a satellite in your solar system

Orbit inside this perfect collision

A dime a dozen, one in a million

I guess my sign couldn't change your decision



Goodbye, blue Monday



It's alright now honey

It's not like we're makin' a break

You've 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 couldn't change your decision



Goodbye, blue Monday