Rialto Monday morning 5. 19

At eight o clock we said goodbye That s when I left her house for mine She said that she d be staying in Well, she had to be at work by nine So I get home and have a bath And left an hour or two pass Drifting in front of my TV When a film comes on that she wants to see It s Monday morning 5. 19 And I m still wondering where she s been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it s almost 6 a. m. And I don t want to try again Cause if she s still not back And then this must be the end At first I guess she s gone to Cannes Her silver pack of cigarettes A pint of milk, food for the cat But it s midnight now and she s still not back repeat Cause if she s still not back Well, heaven knows what then Is this the end At half past two I picture her In the back of someone else s car He runs his fingers through her hair Oh, you shouldn t left him touch you