Tuesday's Dead Lyrics

If I make a mark in time
I can't say the mark is mine
I'm only the underline of the word

Yes, I'm like him, just like you
I can't tell you what to do
Like everybody else I'm seaching through
What I've heard

Ref.:
Whoa - where do you go when you don't
Want no-one to know
Who told tomorrow - Tuesday's dead

Oh preacher won't you paint my dream
Won't you show me where you've been
Show me what I havent seen
To ease my mind

Cause I will learn to understand
If I have a helping hand
I wouldn't make another demand, all my life

Refrain

What's my sex, what's my name,
All in all it's all the same
Everybody plays a different game-that is all

Now man may live, man may die
Searching for the question why,
But if he tries to rule the sky-he must fall

Refrain

Now every second on the nose
The humdrum of the city grows
Reaching out beyond the throes of our time

We must try to shake it down
Do our best to brake the ground
Try to turn the world around-one more time

Yes-we must try to shake it down
Do our best to break the ground
Try to turn the world around
One more time

Refrain