Tuesday - Yaz

woman of thiry seeing the sun 
packed up her suitcase started to run 
looking for someone looking for none 
pack up and drive away 

it was her birthday tuesday morning 
realisation gradually dawning 
a man in a grey suit whispered `i'm calling' 
pack up and drive away 

woman of thirty, husband and kids chained like a dog she had to rid 
no point in coping off came the lid 
pack up and drive away 

three thousand miles of honesty dreaming 
perfect imagery is a gleaming 
no more shattered clouds were deeming 
pack up and drive away

in her heart it wasn't easy 
mumbled words and feeling dizzy
reasons fight against excuses driving slower she was losing 
dream was stirring only dozing 
eyelids awaken to the daydream 
just an illusion broken sunshine 
woman of thirty there's no choice 
i can't help our helpless voice