Late Tuesday

Ordinary

Just another day, breathing out and breathing in
Put on the same old jacket, step out the door
And no birds are singing except the ones inside your head
And they sing

This is no ordinary day, no ordinary life I'm living
For you appear to me in the ordinary

Just another day, holding the hand of one you've loved for thirty years
Late Tuesday or Thursday afternoons blurring together like watercolor lines
And no one is singing except the voice inside your head
And it goes

This is no ordinary day, no ordinary life I'm living
For you appear to me in the ordinary

It's just another day, just another step in this maze we call our own
A trip to the store, same people around, the routine sometimes gets old
It's the same old - same old for most of us
A walk in the park (yeah, if I had time)
It's breaking my back for one little dime
That keeps bread on the table and life in my eyes
But you love these things that most would despise
That's not very ordinary