“Freedom is what you
do
with what's been done
to you.”
- Jean-Paul Sartre
You're leaving with Monday
morning.
You'll be gone by the break of
dawn.
You're leaving with Monday
morning,
and nothing I could say would
convince you to stay.
Capo II
F G C E7 / F G C - / F G
C Am / F C E7 Am
I hold my tongue and turn away
my eyes.
If you turn around, you won't see
me looking down.
I bite my lip and turn away my
eyes,
and pretend not to cry as you say
goodbye.
My tears fall soft like the rain,
but they'll be gone before too
long.
My tears fall soft like the rain.
Still I'll miss them when they're
through
'cause there all that's left of
you.
Interlude
You left with Monday morning.
You were gone by the break of
dawn.
You left with Monday morning,
and nothing I could have said
would have convinced you to stay.
What you've done to me is
something else;
your love was more than I'd ever
known before.
What you've done to me is
something else,
and freedom's what you do with
what is done to you.