Tuesday — текст песни (Yaz)

Woman of thiry seeing the sun

Packed up her suitcase started to run

Looking for someone looking for none

Pack up and drive away



It was her birthday tuesday morning

Realisation gradually dawning

A man in a grey suit whispered `im calling

Pack up and drive away



Woman of thirty, husband and kids chained like a dog she had to rid

No point in coping off came the lid

Pack up and drive away



Three thousand miles of honesty dreaming

Perfect imagery is a gleaming

No more shattered clouds were deeming

Pack up and drive away



In her heart it wasnt easy

Mumbled words and feeling dizzy

Reasons fight against excuses driving slower she was losing

Dream was stirring only dozing

Eyelids awaken to the daydream

Just an illusion broken sunshine

Woman of thirty theres no choice

I cant help our helpless voice