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