Monday morning mirror Giving you the blues Junk drawer filled with pennies All your quarters got used The pretty little fire that used to carry you through Was nothing but a promise that never did come true You got your heart tied up In knots so tight they'll never come undone Your cup's filled up but your thirst is gone Now you're counting the miles between the lost and the found How far can you go till you can't turn around It's been three years since you left this tired town All the folks still ask why you never come around Big city shoes, 2 inch heels Tell me how good does it feel Do you remember that night Under the quarter moon when we danced like fools The world was right The world was new Now you're counting the miles between the lost and the found How far can you go till you can't turn around