Barely Out of Tuesday

I woke up Wednesday morning
Staring at the ceiling
And hoping for deliverance
From the distances in you.
And this room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of nowhere,
and north of nothing.

And I'm barely out of Tuesday,
I've seen 7 hours of Wednesday,
So I guess I've got regrets.

What's the point of this pretending?
Trying so hard to remember
Things you try hard to forget.

Well if you see her standing there
Down by the sea
With a hat over her eyes
That look for anyone but me.
And if you see me coming back,
Turn me away.
What's the point of all this talking?
There's nothing left to say.

She kept me at a distance.
52 weeks later,
I'm still the same.
Now I'm lying in my basement
Slowly running out of patience
And hoping for the phone to ring.

And I'm barely out of Tuesday,
I've seen 16 hours of Wednesday,
So I guess I've got regrets.

What's the use in this pretending?
Trying so hard to remember
Things you easily forget.

But if you see her standing there
Just let her be.
With a smile in her eyes
That look for anyone but me.
And if you see me coming back
Turn me away.
Everybody tries to go back
Somewhere, someday.

And I'm barely out of Tuesday,
and I've seen enough of Wednesday,
to know I've got regrets.