Tuesday afternoon.
I’m just beginning to see…
Now I’m on my way.
It doesn’t matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.

Something calls to me…
The trees are drawing me near,
I’ve got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.

I’m looking at myself,
reflections of my mind.
It’s just the kind of day
to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through
the fairy-land of love,
If you could just come with me
and see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.

I’m just beginning to see,
Now I’m on my way.
It doesn’t matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.

Something calls to me…
The trees are drawing me near,
I’ve got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.

The BeagleSword was unmitigated and the
rabbit hole was a trip to Wednesday.
(Or Wodensday, if you insist.)

“It rained endlessly and the forests wept.
The darkness fell and the trees moved closer.”
– John Steinbeck,
Travels With Charley