They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse, and Thursday's also sad Yes the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Touching the very part of me, it's making my soul sing Your love is king, crown you in my heart Your kisses ring, round and round and round my head Your love is king, never need to part Tearing the very heart of me, I'm crying out for more I'm crying out

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy... A very strange enchanted boy They say he wondered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day One magic day, passed my way

I'm all for you body and soul My life a wreck you're making You know I'm yours for just the taking My heart is sad and lonely For you I sigh, for you dear only Why haven't you seen it I spend my days in longin' And wondering why it's me you're (ogling) I

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Please don't be lonely when I'm gone I've been so sad for far too long And as I gently slip away, this song will always stay Now I understand it might be my last day Might be my last day So what am I supposed to do now I've reached the end? And if I

Still wait for love to come Turning all around I'm a soldier of love But I'm still alive Every day and night All the days of my life In the wild wild west, Trying my hardest Doing my best

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone