SUN GOES DOWN, IT'S TUESDAY EVENING


hits me straight in the mind.

For the end of a long, slow, melancholy Tuesday, when nothing seemed to go as planned but everything somehow worked out in the end, when I'm tired and weary and a little bit bleary, wrapping up the day and looking forward to a better one tomorrow, as it so often does at times like these, the deep, slow groove of my favorite Cowboy Junkies song comes slinking into my mind, the mellow-note, pitch-perfect way to bid you all, and then myself, goodnight.


Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning
Michael Timmins

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the eye
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me.

I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed.

Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon.
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too.

No milk! God, how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen how'd ya get it?"
She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand."

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number.
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
Than go through all that shit again.

There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
And this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock.

Maybe tonight it's a movie
With plenty of room for elbows and knees
A bag of popcorn all to myself,
Black and white with a strong female lead
And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave.

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
How strange these streets feel at night
When you're alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home seething inside.

Funny, I'd never noticed
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
And I just gotta tell you
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed.

Posted: Tue - October 18, 2005 at 10:57 PM          

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