Maybe you could leave a light on...

Barely Out of Tuesday by Counting Crows

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.

I'm 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.

You kept me at a distance.
52 weeks later, you're still the same.
I'm standing in my basement
making my arrangements
and 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 & have arrangements
made there for welcoming me?
If you see me coming home turn me away.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.

And if 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 Wednesday morning
sometime Wednesday evening
hoping for a piece of something easy to believe.
When you live out on the border of everything and nothing,
there's nothing but waking and dreaming.

I'm barely out of Tuesday
there's no one to receive me
and 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....