Monday, newsstand
You always liked it here
Somethin' 'bout the shiny faces
On the covers of the magazines

You'd just stand and stare
Never buy a thing
Meeting all those people
In places that you'd never seen

Never satisfied
With an ordinary life

But no secrets were revealed
And you left the faces there
But why did you leave me

So I bought a magazine
And it told me what to say
If you ever come around again to stay
Maybe it will make some difference
Maybe it will make some difference