
Barely Out Of Tuesday Counting Crows
"Barely Out Of Tuesday" by Counting Crows, released in 1993, is a #Rock ballad that explores themes of longing, nostalgia, and the passage of time. The lyrics reflect on fleeting moments and emotional struggles. Musically, it features poignant melodies and introspective guitar work, resonating with listeners and showcasing the band's signature storytelling style.

I woke up Tuesday morning, staring at the ceiling
Hoping for deliverance from the distances in you
This room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of nowhere and north of nothing
And I'm barely out of Tuesday
Seen seven hours of Wednesday
And I guess I've got regrets
Well, maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Can you see her waiting there down by the sea?
With a hat on over her eyes and looking for me
If you see me coming home, turn me away
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday
She kept me at a distance
And fifty-two weeks later, we're still the same
I'm standing in my basement, making my arrangements
And waiting for the telephone to ring, to ring, to ring
So I left for Minnesota where the weather's getting colder
And the people are changing
Well, maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Hoping for deliverance from the distances in you
This room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of nowhere and north of nothing
And I'm barely out of Tuesday
Seen seven hours of Wednesday
And I guess I've got regrets
Well, maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Can you see her waiting there down by the sea?
With a hat on over her eyes and looking for me
If you see me coming home, turn me away
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday
She kept me at a distance
And fifty-two weeks later, we're still the same
I'm standing in my basement, making my arrangements
And waiting for the telephone to ring, to ring, to ring
So I left for Minnesota where the weather's getting colder
And the people are changing
Well, maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
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