Tuesday

One year like any old other year

In a week like any week

Monday lyin' down

Half asleep

People doin' what people do

Lovin', workin' and gettin' through

No portraits on the walls

To Seventh Avenue

Then Tuesday came and went

Like a helicopter overhead

The letter that she left

Cold, addressed in red

Tuesday came and went

One, one September, when

Will she come again?

The thing about memories

They're sure and bound to fade

Except for the stolen souls

Left upon her blade

Is Monday comin' back?

Well, that's what Mondays do

They turn and turn around

Afraid to see it through

Tuesday came and went

Like a helicopter overhead

The letter that she left

Cold, addressed in red

Tuesday came and went

One, one September, when

Will she come again?

Tuesday came and went

One, one September when

Cold and dressed in red

How could I forget?

Ah, Tuesday came and went

Like a helicopter overhead

Will she come again?