Tuesday

Am G 8x Am G Woman of thirty seeing the sun Am G Packed up her suitcase started to run Bm Am Looking for someone looking for none C D Em Pack up and drive away, away C D Em Pack up and drive away Am G It was her birthday Tuesday morning Am G Realisation gradually dawning Bm Am A man in a grey suit whispered 'I'm calling' C D Em Pack up and drive away, away C D Em Pack up and drive away Am G Am G Bm Am C D Em C D Em Am G Woman of thirty, husband and kids Am G Chained like a dog she had to rid Bm Am No point in coping off came the lid C D Em Pack up and drive away, away C D Em Pack up and drive away Am G Three thousand miles of honesty dreaming Am G Perfect imagery is a gleaming Bm Am No more shattered clouds were deeming C D Em Pack up and drive away, away C D Em Pack up and drive away Bm In her heart it wasn't easy F#m Mumbled words and feeling dizzy Bm Reasons fight against excuses F#m Mothers have their ways and duties Bm Driving slowly she was losing F#m Dream was stirring only dozing Bm Eyelids awaken to the daytime F#m Just an illusion broken sunshine Bm Woman of thirty there's no choice F#m I can't hear your helpless voice Am G Am G (fades)