So far this year, I've made one phone call. It got cut off.
I'm going to try not to interpret that as some kind of metaphor or omen or something.
Now I get to play dodge-the-drunks on my way to work.
Happy New Year.
Startin' Monday
I'm cleanin' the slate,
gonna quit smokin'
start losin' some weight
tell someone I'm sorry,
oh its gonna be great
Startin' MondayStartin' Monday
I'll be cheatin' fate
Here, I've written it down,
I've circled the date
Right now is not good
but I'll charge out the gate
Startin' MondayI know I've said it before,
but this time I'm determined
to be what I know I can be
Don't need a "how-to" book
or some do-gooders sermon
to change my own destinyAnd Startin' Monday
I'll be playin' it straight,
choosing only the good things
to put on my plate
reversing the engine,
rewinding the tape
Startin' MondayI'm well aware of the fact
I've got only a weekend
to get all my ducks in a row
I'll be workin' real hard
to get out of my system
a few wild oats left to sowBut Startin' Monday
there'll be no debate
I'll start readin' my Bible,
rise early, work late,
recycle, stay sober,
chose love over hate
Startin' MondayStartin' Monday
fix all my mistakes
Startin' Monday— Terry Scott Taylor
New Year's resolutions: 1) finish Volume 1; 2) figure out how to format line breaks in song lyrics; 3) post here more often; 4) get a day job for my day job; 5) finish that phone call.