Tuesday Fresh Cuts

Sometimes I ride around city sights
Only seeing pale reflections of the night
That turn a city into starry skies
I see what is and what it breathes

Honey, I got the blues. I got to see life through these gold shades
I’ve got to give up that groove and see colours and places I haven’t before

You know it’s possible to make waves
But you’re stuck waiting on Tuesday fresh cuts
No wonder your head is so bold
You’ve got to get music into your soul

And honey you got the blues, yeah, yeah
You got to see life through these golden shades
You’ve got to give me that groove and see colours and places you haven’t before

And I know how it goes the torture always the most talented fool
And it’s the waiting part that makes me crumble

And honey you got the blues and honey I got the blues

See colours and places

And honey you got the blues, you got to see life through these golden shades
I’ve got to give up that groove and see colours and places I haven’t before