TUESDAY’S DEAD

If I make a mark in time
I can't say the mark is mine
I'm only the underline
Of the word

Yes, I'm like him, just like you
I can't tell you what to do
Like everybody else I'm searching through
What I've heard

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead

Oh preacher won't you paint my dream
Won't you show me where you've been
Show me what I haven't seen
To ease my mind
'Cause I will learn to understand
If I have a helping hand
I wouldn't make another demand
All my life

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead

What's my sex, what's my name
All in all it's all the same
Everybody plays a different game
That is all

Now man my live, man may die
Searching for the question why
But if he tries to rule the sky
He must fall

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead

Now every second on the nose
The humdrum of the city grows
Reaching out beyond the throes
Of our time

We must try to shake it down
Do our best to break the ground
Try to turn the world around
One more time

Yes, we must try to shake it down
Do our best to break the ground
Try to turn the world around
One more time

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead