Lirik Lagu Sun Comes Up It's Tuesday Morning - Cowboy Junkies
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Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morninghits me straight in the eyeguess you forgot to close the blind last nightOh, 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 bedTelephone'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 againmaybe I'll add a little T.V. tooNo milk! God, how I hate thatGuess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from JennyShe'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 numberthen I remember so I reach for something to smokeand anyways I'd rather listen to Coltranethan go through all that shit again
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothingJust listening to records and watching the sun fallingThinking of things that don't have to add up to somethingand this spell won't be brokenby the sound of keys scraping in the lock
Maybe tonight it's a moviewith plenty of room for elbows and kneesa bag of popcorn all to myself,black and white with a strong female leadand if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgottenhow strange these streets feelwhen you're alone on themEach pair of eyes just filled with suggestionSo I lower my head, make a beeline for homeSeething inside
Funny, I'd never noticedthe sound the streetcars make as they pass my windowWhich reminds me that I forgot to close the blind againYeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss youEspecially like now when I need someone to hold mebut there are some things that can never be forgivenand I just gotta tell youthat I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed
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 bedTelephone'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 againmaybe I'll add a little T.V. tooNo milk! God, how I hate thatGuess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from JennyShe'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 numberthen I remember so I reach for something to smokeand anyways I'd rather listen to Coltranethan go through all that shit again
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothingJust listening to records and watching the sun fallingThinking of things that don't have to add up to somethingand this spell won't be brokenby the sound of keys scraping in the lock
Maybe tonight it's a moviewith plenty of room for elbows and kneesa bag of popcorn all to myself,black and white with a strong female leadand if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgottenhow strange these streets feelwhen you're alone on themEach pair of eyes just filled with suggestionSo I lower my head, make a beeline for homeSeething inside
Funny, I'd never noticedthe sound the streetcars make as they pass my windowWhich reminds me that I forgot to close the blind againYeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss youEspecially like now when I need someone to hold mebut there are some things that can never be forgivenand I just gotta tell youthat I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed
