Postcard From Tuesday

Verse 1

The rain is conducting a symphony

Against the glass of my window pane

I’m wearing the coat that I bought second-hand

To hide from the weather, to hide from the pain

I saw you this morning at quarter to nine

You ordered a black coffee, I waited in line

I practiced my greeting, rehearsed it on cue

But I just stared at my shoes and said nothing to you.

Pre-Chorus

And I know I’m dramatic, I’ve read too many plays

Where the lovers collide in a serendipitous haze

But life isn't scripted, and I’m just a girl

Who's scared of the edges of the real world.

Chorus

So I’ll dance in the kitchen to old vinyl tracks

Pretending you’re spinning me, guarding my back

It’s a foolish endeavor, a quiet charade

To fall for a stranger in the mess that I’ve made

Oh, isn’t it lovely? Isn’t it blue?

To spend all my Tuesdays just dreaming of you.

Verse 2

I wrote you a postcard I’ll throw in the trash

With a stamp that costs more than my leftover cash

It says that your sweater looks soft to the touch

And maybe I’m thinking about it too much

The barista, he knows that I’m losing my mind

He asks for my order, I say "Nevermind"

‘Cause I’m full on the feeling of what could have been

If I was the heroine on the silver screen.

Bridge

(*Tempo slows down slightly, cello swells*)

Maybe one day the sun will break through

And I’ll have the courage to walk up to you

We’d talk about jazz, or the books that we read

But for now, I will keep this all inside my head...

(*Guitar Solo - Jazzy and light*)

Chorus

So I’ll dance in the kitchen to old vinyl tracks

Pretending you’re spinning me, guarding my back

It’s a foolish endeavor, a quiet charade

To fall for a stranger in the mess that I’ve made

Oh, isn’t it lovely? Isn’t it blue?

To spend all my Tuesdays just dreaming of you.

Outro

Just dreaming of you...

Ba-da-da, da-da-da...

(*Spoken softly*)

See you next Tuesday.

(*Final major 7th chord strum*)