Tuesday in the city of sorrow
She looks for her rolling tyre
Johnny drops his glass and stares
Sun shines in the city of desire
Tuesday in the city of class
She looks by the brightened grass
"I think I'm out of luck" she says
Johnny couldn't help but ask
(What?)
"Where you headed? Is this not where you belong?
You can't leave this city
You've let fate ride on its own"
"Sir I'm just looking for my tyre"
Never meant to end up in this shire
The man couldn't understand
But took her by the hand
Come with me and I shall help
There's someone who knows where to go
"Where you headed? Is this not where you belong?
You want to leave this city
But this delusion won't last long"
Tuesday in the city of doubt
She points a familiar route
A specter of past lives he's seen
A thousand years, one moment
Confusion will not be my epitaph.
Even if we struggle we will find
A way to get you back on track in time
I never thought I'd see this vast a sky
Your tyre tracks are already in sight