Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sun Comes up It's Tuesday Morning, artist - Cowboy Junkies. Album song In the Time Before Llamas, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 26.09.2003
Record label: Latent
Song language: English
Sun Comes up It's Tuesday Morning |
Sun comes up, it’s tuesday morning |
Hits me straight in the eye |
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night |
Oh, that’s right, I forgot, it was me |
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning |
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom |
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping |
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed |
Telephone’s ringing, but I don’t answer it |
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon |
Guess it’s tea and toast for breakfast again |
Maybe I’ll add a little t.v. |
too |
No milk! |
god, how I hate that |
Guess I’ll go to the corner, get breakfast from jenny |
She’s got a black eye this morning, 'jen how’d ya get it? |
' |
She says, 'last night, bobby got a little bit out of hand' |
Lunchtime. |
I start to dial your number |
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke |
And anyways I’d rather listen to coltrane |
Than go through all that shit again |
There’s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing |
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling |
Thinking of things that don’t have to add up to something |
And this spell won’t be broken |
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock |
Maybe tonight it’s a movie |
With plenty of room for elbows and knees |
A bag of popcorn all to myself |
Black and white with a strong female lead |
And if I don’t like it, no debate, I’ll leave |
Here comes that feeling that I’d forgotten |
How strange these streets feel |
When you’re alone on them |
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion |
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home |
Seething inside |
Funny, I’d never noticed |
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window |
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again |
Yeah, sure I’ll admit there are times when I miss you |
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me |
But there are some things that can never be forgiven |
And I just gotta tell you |
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |