Tuesday

In the weekend we're so busy And on Monday we're just tired And Wednesday is for loving And on Thursday years fly by And Friday we're just working on the dream So Tuesday, only Tuesday Tuesday is good for crying Weeks filled with time Time that goes by It's on Saturday that I'm lonesome, hm-mm And on Sunday I'm alright Thursday, Friday sometimes become one So Tuesday, only Tuesday Tuesday is good for crying Tuesday is good for crying on your own 'Cause there's no one there to give you what you want And sometimes it's so lonely when you're not alone When the day is done, your heart feels cold as stone Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah Tuesday is good for crying on your own 'Cause there's no one there who can give you what you want And sometimes it's so lonely when you're not alone When the day is done, your heart feels cold as stone Weeks filled with time (Tuesday is good for crying) Time that goes by