Sitting around the old house 
 
 Waiting for the grass to grow
 
 I'm wondering about changes
 
 And where the weary seasons go.
 
  
  Sometimes I worry 
 
 And sometimes I ride.
 
 We divide our fear like gold dust
 
 Half to use and half to hide.
  
 
 I'm sitting around the old house
 
 Oh the way we used to play.
 
 I can almost hear you saying
 
 "Three cheers for Tuesday".
  
 
 Well I spend my afternoons 
 
 Saying words and drinking wine.
 
 It's always the same
 
 Three steps forward and two behind.
  
 
 So three cheers for Tuesday
 
 And the falling of the veil.
 
 Don't go back to the old house
 
 Thursday's put her up for sale