Counting Crows. Barely Out of Tuesday. Zeneszám

I woke up wednesday morning
Staring at the ceiling
Hoping for deliverance
From the distances in you.


This room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of nowhere
And north of nothing.


I'm barely out of tuesday
Seen seven hours of wednesday
I guess I've found new friends
Maybe you could leave the light on for me.


Can't you see her
Waiting there down by the sea?
There's a light on,
But the lock's in the door for me
If you see me coming home,
Turn me away.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.


You get me at a distance.
Fifty-two weeks later,
They're still staying.
Standing in my basement.
Making my way
Waiting for the telphone
To deliver me away.


I left from minnesota
Where the winter's getting colder
Keep the locks changing
Maybe you could leave the light on for me.

Can't you see her waiting there down by the sea?
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If you see me coming home,
Turn me away.
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.


The farthest distance
Getting around you to me
What's the point of all this patience?
It's not your nature
To just keep what you need.
You got some pictures of me.


I 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 the light on for me.


Can't you see her
Waiting there down by the sea?
There's a light on,
But there's nobody there for me.
If you see me coming home
Turn me away
'cause everybody tries to go back somewhere someday.