Tuesday Fresh Cuts

Sometimes I ride around city sights Only seeing pale reflections of the night That turn a city into starry skies I see what is and what it breathes Honey, I got the blues. I got to see life through these gold shades I've got to give up that groove and see colours and places I haven't before You know it's possible to make waves But you're stuck waiting on Tuesday fresh cuts No wonder your head is so bold You've got to get music into your soul And honey you got the blues. Yeah yeah. You got to see life through these golden shades You've got to give me that groove and see colours and places you haven't before And I know how it goes the torture always the most talented fool And it's the waiting part that makes me crumble And honey you got the blues and honey I got the blues See colours and places ... And honey you got the blues. You got to see life through these golden shades I've got to give up that groove and see colours and places I haven't before