Tuesday

before Beltaine

I been thinkin' 'bout tuesday since five o'clock or so it wouldn't be so bad, except my dinner's getting cold you said that you would marry me if we were thirty and still lonely but then, what if just one of us is still living alone?

I been thinkin' 'bout you and that guy with the guitar he's got a job, you've got a house and a big dog in the car Tuesday you will marry him he'll be mister katherine so what now that just one of us has gotten very far?

Tuesdays they're worse than mondays they leave me lonely with time to kill Wednesdays they might be woeful but tuesdays they surely will.

I been thinkin' 'bout tuesday since five o'clock or so it wouldn't be so bad, except my dinner's getting cold. she said she had to work til three the overtime is mandat'ry straight to bed when she got home at eight some days that's how it goes

I been thinkin' 'bout her and that guy with eyes so bright... she married me in privacy one lonely winter night now i don't mind her other loves; this house is big, there's room enough. but he like, like you, wants dreams for two and i don't want a fight.

Thursdays a lot like tuesday but somehow not quite such a bitter pill Fridays I eat at the fish fry but of tuesdays i've had my fill.

I been thinkin' 'bout tuesday since five o'clock or so it wouldn't be so bad, except my dinner's getting cold i fell awake at five a.m. and couldn't get to sleep again the dreams of tuesdays do me in and there's many more to go

i've been thinkin' 'bout him and those girls we used to share now he's wed and it's on my head and he's cut off all his hair i love his wagon and i love his wife i'd give my leg to have his life but it would fit my manic nights like the circle hugs the square

Tuesdays they're worse than mondays they leave me lonely with time to kill Wednesdays they might be woeful but tuesdays they surely will. Thursdays a lot like tuesday but somehow not quite such a bitter pill Fridays I eat at the fish fry but of tuesdays i've had my fill.

(solo)

my lonely nights and wasted days have had their toll, my youthful ways have got me nothing, anyway and tuesdays i feel old

and i've been thinkin' 'bout tuesday for five years now or so it wouldn't be so bad, except my dinner's gotten cold