"Maybe on Monday" is a song I wrote after I met a homeless person one afternoon. I asked him how he got here sleeping on a park bench in Madison Wisconsin. He said he wasn't always homeless. There was a time when he lived near Boston. He had a job was married and owned a home. But then a mental illness that started in his early twenties got worse. He left home one day and ended up in Salt Lake City Utah. He lost his job, his house, and his wife. For the last ten years, he followed the railroad tracks wandering from town to town. He kept a book of the I Ching and three pennies and when it was time to wander he would throw the coins into the air and determine where he should go. The part that haunted me the most was when he told me when he sleeps sometimes he dreams that he is back in his house and his wife is sitting at the kitchen table with him and for a moment everything is alright. I promised him one day I would write a song about him so that he would not be forgotten.