Tuesday’s Dead Cat Stevens

If I make a mark in time
Then I can't say the mark is mine
I'm only the underline of the word
Yes, I'm like him, just like you
An' I can't tell you what to do
Like everybody else, I'm searchin' through what I've heard

Woah, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead?

Oh Preacher, won't you paint my dream?
Won't you show me where you've been?
Show me what I haven't seen to ease my mind
Cause I will learn to understand
If I have a helpin' hand
I wouldn't make another demand all my life

Woah, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead?

What's my sex, what's my name?
All in all, it's all the same
Everybody plays a different game, that is all
Now, man may live, man may die
Searchin' for the question, "Why"
But if he tries to rule the sky, he must fall