Tuesday's Dead

If I make a mark in time, I can't say the mark is mine I'm only the underline of the word Yes, I'm like him, just like you, I can't tell you what to do Like everybody else I'm searching through what I've heard Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead Oh preacher won't you paint my dream, won't you show me where you've been Show me what I haven't seen to ease my mind 'Cause I will learn to understand, if I have a helping hand I wouldn't make another demand all my life Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead What's my s*x, what's my name, all in all it's all the same Everybody plays a different game, that is all The man may live, the man may die, searching for the question why But if he tries to rule the sky he must fall Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead Now every second on the nose, the humdrum of the city grows Reaching out beyond the throes of our time We must try to shake it down Do our best to break the ground Try to turn the world around one more time Yeah, we must try to shake it down Do our best to break the ground Try to turn the world around one more time Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead --- Tuesday's Dead - Cat Stevens