I wake and yawn at the crack of dawn

	With dewdrops on my feet

	As I rise up to greet the morning

	Nothing much to eat

	Every breath I take seems to make my body ache

	My only friend is mist on a Monday morning



	Pick up my sack and walk for miles

	Never thinking why

	To the brewer's yard where I can sit

	And watch my life go by

	Drink and Drink all day till my memory melts away

	I need a friend like mist on a Monday morning



		Where's my wife, has she gone

		I hear misty morning call

		One foot resting in the grave

		Destined not to see her anymore



	There's a den in the grass by the autopath

	Of corrugated steel

	I may be sleeping there tonight

	And depending how I feel

	Damp and dirty place

	Printing sorrow on my face

	With nothing but the mist on a Monday morning	



		CHORUS



	From... I feel the sin

	Like wheels upon my feet

	Intoxicated by the night

	I stumbled in the street

	Every breath I take seems to make my body ache

	And drift into the mist on a Monday morning