Tuesday

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[Intro – lone ukulele, soft close-mic vocal]
Two-fifteen... two-fifteen...

[Verse 1 – punchy electronic beat, half-rapped, nervous]
Quarter to seven, coffee line
Paramedic two ahead of mine
Radio squawks, he don't flinch
I'm standin' here wonderin', was it him?
Can't pull a face from the fog I was in
Didn't know my name, how would I know his?
Two black coffees, out the door
Lights on, and the line moves forward

[Pre-Chorus – piano lifts, layered vocals]
Does he know, does he know
What he carries when he goes?

[Chorus – soaring falsetto, big synth pads, live drums]
My worst day (my worst day)
Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday)
You don't remember
And I can't forget
My worst day (my worst day)
Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday)
And you went home
And I'm not home yet

[Verse 2 – beat returns, restless]
Highway's shut on my way in
RV in the pines by the fruit stand
Bet you kept the driver talkin'
Fruit man on a crate with shakin' hands
Noon, a truck at the widow's door
Porch light on since the night before
She's sorry 'bout the dishes in the sink
You say they're fine, and mean it, I think

[Pre-Chorus]
Does he know, does he know
What he carries when he goes?

[Chorus]
My worst day (my worst day)
Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday)
You don't remember
And I can't forget
My worst day (my worst day)
Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday)
And you went home
And I'm not home yet

[Verse 3 – slows down, sparse piano, stuttering beat, half-sung, disoriented]
Two-fifteen, I hollered out
Coworkers found me in my chair
Shakin' like a live wire
Next thing, a stranger's there
Hand on my chest, back of a truck
"What happened? Where am I?"
Didn't know my name, my street, my home
"I got you, buddy. You ain't alone."

[Bridge – hypnotic chant, stacked vocals, drums building harder]
Was it you? (Was it you?)
In the coffee line, was it you? (Was it you?)
I couldn't tell you what your face looked like
Didn't even know my own name then
To you it was just another call

[Bridge Climax – raw, strained scream]
But that two-fifteen was MIIINE

[Final Chorus – fullest, most cathartic, all voices in]
My worst day (my worst day)
Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday)
You don't remember
And I won't forget
My worst day (my worst day)
Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday)
And you got me through
Now I'm almost home

[Outro – back to lone ukulele, whispered]
Bought a medic's coffee this mornin'
Told the girl, "Don't tell him who"
Might've been him, might not've been
Either way...
(somebody's Tuesday)

[Fade out – ukulele alone]

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[Intro – lone ukulele, soft close-mic vocal] Two-fifteen... two-fifteen... [Verse 1 – punchy electronic beat, half-rapped, nervous] Quarter to seven, coffee line Paramedic two ahead of mine Radio squawks, he don't flinch I'm standin' here wonderin', was it him? Can't pull a face from the fog I was in Didn't know my name, how would I know his? Two black coffees, out the door Lights on, and the line moves forward [Pre-Chorus – piano lifts, layered vocals] Does he know, does he know What he carries when he goes? [Chorus – soaring falsetto, big synth pads, live drums] My worst day (my worst day) Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday) You don't remember And I can't forget My worst day (my worst day) Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday) And you went home And I'm not home yet [Verse 2 – beat returns, restless] Highway's shut on my way in RV in the pines by the fruit stand Bet you kept the driver talkin' Fruit man on a crate with shakin' hands Noon, a truck at the widow's door Porch light on since the night before She's sorry 'bout the dishes in the sink You say they're fine, and mean it, I think [Pre-Chorus] Does he know, does he know What he carries when he goes? [Chorus] My worst day (my worst day) Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday) You don't remember And I can't forget My worst day (my worst day) Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday) And you went home And I'm not home yet [Verse 3 – slows down, sparse piano, stuttering beat, half-sung, disoriented] Two-fifteen, I hollered out Coworkers found me in my chair Shakin' like a live wire Next thing, a stranger's there Hand on my chest, back of a truck "What happened? Where am I?" Didn't know my name, my street, my home "I got you, buddy. You ain't alone." [Bridge – hypnotic chant, stacked vocals, drums building harder] Was it you? (Was it you?) In the coffee line, was it you? (Was it you?) I couldn't tell you what your face looked like Didn't even know my own name then To you it was just another call [Bridge Climax – raw, strained scream] But that two-fifteen was MIIINE [Final Chorus – fullest, most cathartic, all voices in] My worst day (my worst day) Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday) You don't remember And I won't forget My worst day (my worst day) Was your Tuesday (your Tuesday) And you got me through Now I'm almost home [Outro – back to lone ukulele, whispered] Bought a medic's coffee this mornin' Told the girl, "Don't tell him who" Might've been him, might not've been Either way... (somebody's Tuesday) [Fade out – ukulele alone]

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