Tuesday Morning

Sitting in the basement, doing nothing, I read the paper for the Queen

Sitting in the doorway, shake my head, I watch me stumble through the scene

Save my mind, I can't save my mind, I can't save what little's left

Barefoot in the forest, feel my feet, stepping down into the stream

Singing to the flowers in the garden, close my eyes and hear them scream

Save my mind, I can't save my mind, I can't save what little's left

Banging down the hallway, don't you hear me, won't you please let me in

(Tuesday morning, and I ain't had much sleep)

Don't you even miss me, it's been so long, and many miles in between

(It came without warning, and I feel weak)

Save my mind, I can't save my mind, I can't save what little's left