Tuesday

All the dreams inside his
Garden are draining off
And the places he wishes to
Set his curious eyes upon
Are turning into smoke rings
Vanishing at the dawn
Ah, ah, ah
The sun is burning down them all
Ah, ah, ah
I’ll call him on Tuesday
I hope he’ll find out
What he’s really looking for
In the maze of useless
Ropes covering the floor
Before he gets used to
Losing all his dreams alone
Ah, ah, ah
The bag they are falling from
Ah, ah, ah
I’ll call him on Tuesday
Promises
I’ll call him on Tuesday
He is on his own
I’ll call him on Tuesday
His life
A puzzle of broken dreams
Making him feel alone
Could I have helped to realize all of your nice dreams
Could I have helped to fight against all of your fears
Maybe if I had called on Monday the tears and screams
Would have turned into flowers growing wild and free
Could I have helped to realize all of your nice dreams
Could I have helped to fight against all of your fears
Maybe if I had called on Monday the tears and screams
Would have turned into flowers growing wild and free
Oh, oh and now
Oh, oh and now
Oh, oh it’s too late
Oh, oh and now
Oh, oh and now
Oh, oh it’s too late
For a dream to be real