Barely Out Of Tuesday
I woke up Wednesday morningStaring at the ceilingHoping for deliveranceFrom the distances in you.
This room feels like an ovenSomewhere south of nowhereAnd north of nothing
And I’m barely out of TuesdayI’ve seen seven hours of WednesdayI guess I’ve got regretsMaybe you could leave a light on, leave a light on, for me.
Can you see her,Waiting there down by the sea?With a hat on,Over her eyes and looking for meIf you see me coming home,Turn me away.Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.
She kept me at a distance.And fifty-two weeks later,We’re still the same.I’m standing in my basement,Making my arrangementsAnd waiting for the telephoneTo ring to ring to ring.
So I left from MinnesotaWhere the weather’s getting colder,And people are changing.Maybe you could leave a light on, leave a light on, for me.Oh, can you see her waiting there down by the sea?And have arrangements and made them for welcoming meIf you see me coming home,Turn me away.Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.
And if all this distanceAin’t gonna bring you to meThen what’s the point of all this patience?It’s not your natureYou just keep what you need.And you got some pictures of me.
I woke up Wednesday morning,Sometime Wednesday evening,Hoping for a piece of something easy to believe.When you live out on the borderOf everything and nothingThere’s nothing but waking and dreaming.I’m barely out of Tuesday.There’s no one to receive me,And nothing is changing.Maybe you could leave a light on, leave a light on, for me.
Can you see herWaiting there down by the sea?There’s a light on,But there’s nobody waiting for me.If you see me coming homeTurn me away,Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday,Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday,Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday,Everybody tries to go back somewhere…