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
