Tuesday

One year like any old other year

In a week like any week

Monday lying down

Half Asleep

People doing what people do

Loving, working and getting through

No portraits on the walls

Of 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 coming back

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

Tuesday Came and went

Like a Helicopter overhead

Will she come again