It's Monday afternoon
And I'm drinking again
And I know I promised you that
The Lord would be my friend

But the Lord and I
Don't get along so very good
He doesn't speak a word out to me
Like you promised that he would

And I'm telling you
I wish I was a better person

When the clouds roll in
And the sky promises rain
You just accept the way she is
And you don't even complain

Though you wish that it was sunny
And the sky would stay blue
You don't accept a thing about me
And wish that I was just like you

But I'm telling you
I wish I was a better person

I don't want to work at it
It should come naturally
It shouldn't be so difficult
Should be more like honey to the bee

Well, the bee has his sting
And the sky has her rain
And I have all of my things
That I shouldn't do over again

But if I just say the words
And I look you in the eye
That I am promising you, I promise
I wish I was a better person

I don't want to work at it
It should come naturally
It shouldn't be so difficult
Should be more like honey to the bee

Well it's Monday afternoon
And I'm drinking again
And I know I promised you that
The Lord would be my friend

But the Lord and I
Don't get along so very good
He doesn't speak a word out to me
Like you promised that he would

And I'm telling you
I am telling you, I am telling you
I wish I was a better person
A better person, a better person
A better person