Monument

It's Monday morning
And I would kill for a chance to drive
Get so far away from here with you my dear
That I'll never leave your side.
Nobody knows the troubles I've seen
In a van, on a soapbox for the world to see

Miles away, and I wish this didn't mean so much to me
To be a monument, for the rest of them
Miles away, and I wish this didn't mean so much to me
To be a monument, for the rest of them.