Yaz - Upstairs At Eric's : Tuesday
 

Yaz



Upstairs At Eric's



Tuesday





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