On the Reminiscing by an Old Man on One's Penchant for Looking Back on Their Days of Youth in Their Old Age (Tomorrow Tuesday) Lyrics

Transmission from another time

When the days were full and the clock stood still

The phone's ring seemed like "Jingle Bells."

(…All the way)

Each new season had a feeling

Calendars were gospel truth

Holidays had whimsical appeal.

It's all too precious now

Tomorrow Tuesday was today

You never knew or thought about it

And all the time we had to play

Not knowing it would go away.

You never saw change in the mirror

The same old face from day to day

An awkward mess returned your gaze

Handsome Wendy took my hand (Why… I'll never understand)

Bright brown eyes and a Pontiac

She wrote "I'm not me without you, babe."

Tomorrow Tuesday was today

You never knew or thought about it

Innocence on full display

But we tried to lose it now and then

Aching to escape that state

Anywhere was a better place

And all the time that went to waste

Blind youth would fade away.

Now I've been sitting here for years

Every dawn is just the same

Remembering the simple things

Longing to relive those days.