(On Tuesdays She Used to Do) Yoga Peter Hammill

[Verse 1]
On Tuesdays, she used to do yoga
While I'd sit and watch the box
In a vegetable way
But always ready to say
To myself that I was an artist
Implying that she was not

[Verse 2]
It's funny the way that self-pity
Can take over from self-esteem -
Well, I was the prince of pride
And though I'd cheat I never lied
As if that were enough to make her happy
As if that could satisfy her dreams

[Bridge]
Too late now to say that I'm so sorry
Too late to say that I can change and mend
The things that hurt
She didn't need to worry
She always knew I'd get there in the end

[Verse 3]
Now I'm tying myself up in contortions
Don't know if yoga will do me any good
It's about time I tried
Though I'd rather be inside from the cold
Studying tantra -
Still, I never did that when I could