Tuesday Lyrics - Best Of Yaz - Yaz

Woman of thirty, seeing the sun 

Packed up her suitcase, started to run 

Looking for someone, looking for none 

Pack up and drive away 

It was her birthday Tuesday morning 

Realization gradually dawning 

A man in a grey suit whispered, "I'm calling" 

Pack up and drive away 

Woman of thirty, husband and kids chained 

Like a dog she had to rid 

No point in coping, off came the lid 

Pack up and drive away 

Three thousand miles of honesty dreaming 

Perfect imagery is a gleaming 

No more shattered clouds were deeming 

Pack up and drive away 

In her heart it wasn't easy 

Mumbled words and feeling dizzy 

Reasons fight against excuses 

Driving slower she was losing 

Dream was stirring only dozing 

Eyelids awaken to the daydream 

Just an illusion, broken sunshine 

Woman of thirty, there's no choice 

I can't help our helpless voice