Wednesday feels like just another Tuesday
Thursday feels like a Tuesday too
Friday leads into another weekend
To check off the list of things we got to do
The weatherman told it me would rain outside but I didn't wear my coat
I don't know why but it felt like something that I could control
Saw a puddle on the sidewalk and thought to myself "what do I have to lose?"
But then I remembered that I'm an adult and I'm wearing my dress shoes
Dang... when did I grow up?
Oh the eight-year-old me would be chillin' and be singin' bout a
Wiffle ball bat to a lightning bug
I wield it around like a Louisville Slugger
Full moon out and the night is young
I'd give it some words but it's already been sung
So if I ain't got the words then why keep singin'?
Just like a telephone call, I'll let the phone keep ringin'
Tip of my tongue
Words keep hangin' from the tip of my tongue
Maybe some things, are better left unsaid
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Wednesday feels like just another Tuesday
Thursday feels like a Tuesday too
Friday leads into another weekend
To check off the list of things we got to do
The weatherman told it me would rain outside but I didn't wear my coat
I don't know why but it felt like something that I could control
Saw a puddle on the sidewalk and thought to myself "what do I have to lose?"
But then I remembered that I'm an adult and I'm wearing my dress shoes
Dang... when did I grow up?
Oh the eight-year-old me would be chillin' and be singin' bout a
Wiffle ball bat to a lightning bug
I wield it around like a Louisville Slugger
Full moon out and the night is young
I'd give it some words but it's already been sung
So if I ain't got the words then why keep singin'?
Just like a telephone call, I'll let the phone keep ringin'
Tip of my tongue
Words keep hangin' from the tip of my tongue
Maybe some things, are better left unsaid
Thursday feels like a Tuesday too
Friday leads into another weekend
To check off the list of things we got to do
The weatherman told it me would rain outside but I didn't wear my coat
I don't know why but it felt like something that I could control
Saw a puddle on the sidewalk and thought to myself "what do I have to lose?"
But then I remembered that I'm an adult and I'm wearing my dress shoes
Dang... when did I grow up?
Oh the eight-year-old me would be chillin' and be singin' bout a
Wiffle ball bat to a lightning bug
I wield it around like a Louisville Slugger
Full moon out and the night is young
I'd give it some words but it's already been sung
So if I ain't got the words then why keep singin'?
Just like a telephone call, I'll let the phone keep ringin'
Tip of my tongue
Words keep hangin' from the tip of my tongue
Maybe some things, are better left unsaid
Writer: Sean Stevenson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid