| Tuesday’s coming, my baby |
| I told you Wednesday morning |
| It’s not too late for us, |
| My bags aren’t out the door, baby. |
| Don’t you know life is a feeling? |
| But without you it’s nothing |
| It’s not too late for us, |
| My bags aren’t out the door, baby |
| And I’m not going to leave you here, darling. |
| It’s a shame you can’t hear me |
| Scream my lungs out, believe me |
| The miles burn me up, |
| I’m living just to watch your fire, darling. |
| I’m headed out for the road now, |
| The engines hold me while sleeping. |
| A road might take me away, |
| But you’re enough to bring me home, baby. |
| Tuesday’s coming |
| And I’m not going to leave you here, darling. |
| Tuesday’s coming, tuesday’s coming… etc. |
| Seshambeh Dareh Meyod. |