Tuesday's Dead

(c)Dayglow Music NV, Holland

If I make my mark in time
I can't say the mark is mine
I'm only the underline of the world
Yes I'm like him just like you
I can't tell you what to do
Like everybody else I'm searchin' thru'
What I've heard

Whoa Where do you go
When you don't want no one to know
who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead
Now ev'ry 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

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
'cos I will learn to understand
If I have a helping hand
I wouldn't make another demand
All my life.

What's my sex, what's my name
All in all it's all the same
Ev'rybody plays a diff'rent game
That is all Now man may live
Man may die searching for the question why
But if he tries to rule the sky,
He must fall.