Tuesday

Am Dm G7 C F7 E Am Am Dm G7 C One year like any old other year in a week like any week F7 E Am Monday lying down, half-asleep Am Dm G7 C People doing what people do, loving, working, and getting through F7 E Am No portraits on the walls of Seventh Avenue Dm G C F Then Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead F7 E Am A7 The letter that she left, cold addressed in red Dm G C F Tuesday came and went one, one September when Dm E Am Will she come again? Am Dm G7 C The thing about memories, they're sure and bound to fade F7 E Am Except for the stolen souls, left upon her blade Am Dm G7 C Is Monday coming back? Well, that's what Mondays do F7 E Am They turn and turn around afraid to see it through Dm G C F Then Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead F7 E Am A7 The letter that she left, cold addressed in red Dm G C F Tuesday came and went one, one September when Dm E Am Will she come again? Dm G C F Tuesday came and went one, one September when F7 E Am A7 Cold addressed in red, how can I forget? Dm G C F Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead Dm E Am Will she come again?