It’s 10:30 on a Monday
And I’m a long long way from home
We were surfing on the Sunday
But that moment’s well and truly gone
There’s no petrol at the station
Panic buying has done us wrong
We hadn’t reached our allocation
Before the banging of the gong
It’s Amy on the stereo
She sure was taken, way too young
Like Hemingway at the rodeo
The words tripped off her tongue
We all go back to each other
It’s the way our society is run
Stand right by your brother
In the full light of the sun
It’s 10:30 on a Monday
In the full light of the sun
We were surfing on the Sunday
But that moment’s well and truly gone
