Barely out of Tuesday...

Woke up Tuesday morning
staring at the ceiling
hoping for deliverance
from the distances in you.
This room feels like an oven
somewhere south of nowhere,
north of nothing.
Barely out of Tuesday
seen seven hours of Wednesday
and I guess got regrets.
Maybe you could leave a light on,
leave a light on for me.
Can you see her waiting
there down by the sea
with a hat on,
with her eyes in there looking for me?
If you see me coming home, turn me away.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.
Won't you give me the distance?
Fifty-two weeks later, your still the same.
I'm standing in my basement
making my arrangements,
waiting for the telephone
to ring,
to ring,
to ring.
So I left for Minnesota
where the weather is getting colder,
and people are changing.
Maybe you could leave a light on,
leave a light on for me.
Can you see her
waiting there down by the sea
and how arrangements are made there for welcoming me?
If you see me coming home, turn me away.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.
And for all this distance, ain't going to bring you to me.
What's the point of all this patience?
It's not your nature.
You just keep what you need,
and you got some pictures of me.
Woke up Wendsday morning,
sometime Wednesday evening,
hoping for a piece of
something easy to believe.
We live out on the border
of everything and nothing;
there's nothing but waking and dreaming.
Barely out of Tuesday
there's no one to receive me;
nothing is changing.
Maybe you could leave a light on,
leave a light on for me.
Can you see her
waiting there down by the sea?
There's a light on, but there's nobody waiting for me.
If you see me coming home, turn me away.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere....