Who Cares What Day It Is
Or How Long We Live For?
I Need To Make A Judgement
About You Before My Bedtime
For When I Put My Head Down On The Pillow
My Drugstore Dreams Will Cut Me Down To Size
By Then I'll Be A Brand New Different Person
To Love You While I'm Trying To Decide

I Don't Care What Time You Keep
Or What You Thought I Came To Do
I Lost You On A Tuesday
That's All I Can Remember

For When I Put My Head Down On The Pillow
My Drugstore Dreams Will Cut Me Down To Size
By Then I'll Be A Brand New Different Person
To Love You While I'm Trying To Decide

Oh, The Spectrum Of My Days
The Make-up That Was Peeling Off
Your Adolescent Face
Oh, Such A Face
To Try To Get The Clocks To Change
To Turn And Swing The Other Way
Before I Knew That Pigeons Cried
And Sanctified The Hopelessness Inside