Monday morning, she's still asleep
I'm on a porch looking down on a river too dry in July
And the fishin's bad but everything's alright
Tuesday staring at a sidewalk
Walking seeing line by line
Passing everyone and everything by
Ya, it's good to be outside
Weather's fine, leaves are falling
They'll be back in time
Step up, reach in to the table and
Pull out your hands again and again
Step up, reach in to the table and
You're still in line, didn't say goodbye
So raise your glass up high
You can bring back Mr. Kotter
Bring back Gilligan
Take it back to the way that it was
And we can all begin again
Bring back the Maytag man
Bring back your summer tan
Get back behind the wheel of your first car
And drive back down to the liquor store
Step up, reach in to the table and
Pull out your hands again and again
Step up, reach in to the table and
You're still in line, didn't say goodbye
So raise your glass up high
Step up, reach in to the table and
Pull out your hands
Again and again and again and again
And again and again and again and again
You're still in line, didn't say goodbye
So raise your glass up high