Tuesday Fresh Cuts

Sometimes I ride around city sights
 Only seeing pale reflections of the night
 That turn a city into starry skies
 I see what is and what it breathes
 Honey, I got the blues. I got to see life through these gold shades
 I've got to give up that groove and see colours and places I haven't before
 You know it's possible to make waves
 But you're stuck waiting on Tuesday fresh cuts
 No wonder your head is so bold
 You've got to get music into your soul
 And honey you got the blues. Yeah yeah.
 You got to see life through these golden shades
 You've got to give me that groove and see colours and places you haven't before
 And I know how it goes the torture always the most talented fool
 And it's the waiting part that makes me crumble
 And honey you got the blues and honey I got the blues
 See colours and places ...
 And honey you got the blues. You got to see life through these golden shades
 I've got to give up that groove and see colours and places I haven't before