About Tuesday I don’t knownAn indication from the radionWriting on brown paper in desperationnSitting up 'cause I can’t lie downnAnd the tears are coming down nMy hand is on my forehead holding up my frownnYou can go if you wanted tonBut you know that I know you'll be back nThe tail between your legs and a mixed up headnnTuesday in September nownWe are getting along so well somehownWriting on brown paper in desperationnSitting up 'cause I can’t lie downnAnd the tears are coming down nMy hand is on my forehead holding up my frownnYou can go if wanted tonBut you know that I know you'll be back nThe tail between your legs and a mixed up headnnLa, la, la, la... nnYou'll be back, the tail between your legs and a mixed up headnYou'll be back, the tail between your legs and a mixed up head