She was born on a monday died on a sunday
Lived every day in between
Twenty long years and she earned every tear that
Her mother cried when she went away

And she'd sing every song
When the radio was on
Who cared if she didn't know the words

She dreamed of a love that would fit like a glove
Guess it just weren't meant to be
She held hands with a man kissed a boy on the sand
Heart longed to be free

Some times it's the wheel that will break
Some times it's the waves on the beach
Some times it's the nightmares that wake you
And remind me of what used to be

And she'd sing every song
When the radio was on
And who cares if she didn't know the words

Some times it's the wheel that will break
Some times it's the waves on the beach
Some times it's the nightmares that wake you
And remind me of what used to be
Remind me of what used to be