Maybe on Monday

Cuando me da por una canción, me da. Pero bien. Sin límites. Hoy ha tocado Maybe on Monday de estos señores, cuyo nombre ni siquiera sé cómo se pronuncia correctamente. Calexico. Con equis o con jota, los amo mucho.

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Woke up on Monday and wrote you a love song, wrote you a love song Well the pen stopped and the paper flew out the window And the notes rang down the road I don’t know where they’ll go get caught in the trees I suppose Ripped apart by the birds and the winter winds whisper good bye to your love Went out walking into the storm, into the storm Followed what I thought was your voice but it was just the riverside I don’t know where they’ll go but I cast the letters you wrote Taken out by the current or sink to the bottom to say a little goodbye to your love Skies dark and the wind blew the trees down I watched as the world slipped away Carved into the bark a final love song Then I carried the words to the fire Staring into the glow where the branches are burning low Sparks shooting out like stars and in the morning say a little goodbye to your love I’ll carry this song with me everyday ‘til I lie down by your side...