Tuesday

                                  Woman of thirty 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 

Realization gradually dawning 

A man in a gray suit whispered 'I'm 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 wasn't 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 there's no choice 

I can't help our helpless voice