Tuesday - The Wires

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