Tuesday's On Your Face

Some in this world will come to find
The endless flaws this life provides
What weve planned has come and gone
We make it up as we go along.
Here is our chance to choose
What love we grasp and which we lose
In this world you come to find
Youre in this world.

Ive packed my bags but you know Ill still be in town
My mind has gone in search of something that wont bring me down
For truth has shown the best of times are never reproduced
Old is old, new is new, weve merely been seduced.
Dirty hearts and dusty bibles form as we all grow older,
Chase love, chaste love, dont waste love.
The world will come to you, in turn you must be ready too
So give away your servitude to the lizard on your shoulder.

Rest with me in your search
You know my love without words
Cuz Tuesdays on your face
But youre stuck in Sundays world
This is the right place
This is the right time
When Tuesdays on your face
But Sundays on your mind
And its alright

So now I pray that you might come to know and you possess,
The same messages which have given me a new purpose.
The futures in the footsteps that change from year to year,
While the past is in the shadows and prints that trail you near.
And waking in discovery, you musnt expect to find
Others dance in revelry of your newly broadened mind.
Do you feel the hunger in your heart that calls you to more?
Embrace the spirit of a willingness to transform.

We must choose to leave or follow, yesterday and tomorrow,
The hearts we lend and we borrow.
Its you I love out of respect, for who you were with no regret,
Not who you are, or who youll be, but who you are in memory.