What do you do when you see yourself in the daze of a thousand Tuesday’s
How to feel good from your back down to your foot
As determined as a runaway dog
What do you do when you see yourself in the daze of a thousand Tuesday’s
Is that ringing of the drum heard by everyone?
Each breath in a thrilling crux
Who’s watching if you’re with us?
Venture out to see if there’s some ‘rest of us
Are you lost or are you finding?
Does this sustain or do we pretend?
And what’s the difference in the end
