One year like any other year, in a week like any week Monday lying down, half asleep People doing what people do, loving walking and getting through No portraits on the walls of 7th Avenue The Tuesday came and went, like a helicopter overhead The letter that she left, caught her dressed in red Tuesday came and went, one, one September when Will she come again? The thing about memories, they're sure and bound to fade A symbol the stolen souls, left upon a blade Is Monday coming back? Well that's what Mondays do They turn and turn around, afraid to see it through Tuesday came and went, like a helicopter overhead The letter that she left, caught her dressed in red Tuesday came and went, one, one September when Will she come again? Instrumental Tuesday came and went, one, one September when Caught her dressed in red, how could I forget? Tuesday came and went, like a helicopter overhead Will she come again? Instrumental