Nashville Tuesday Morning – The Band Of Heathens

Woke up late cause I was dreaming
And your pillow felt stone cold
It’s the same fear each year
The reflection is so clear
We’re not meant to grow old
Slivers of light cut the window
And I’m lying here alone

A different time and space
The same faces unfamiliar
In the people I have known

In all the times that I’ve been gone
And every night I wasted stoned
I promise when I come home soon
We’ll turn a Nashville Tuesday morning
Into a Sunday afternoon

Now, up where the birds can see me
‘Cause I have always felt alone
Until you I’d never really found the treasure
It was just a bag of bones

In all the times that I’ve been gone
And every night I wasted stoned
I promise when I come home soon
We’ll turn a Nashville Tuesday morning
Into a Sunday afternoon

Nashville Tuesday morning
Nashville Tuesday morning

In all the times that I’ve been gone
And every night I wasted stoned
I promise when I come home soon
We’ll turn a Nashville Tuesday morning
Into a Sunday after

All the times that I’ve been gone
And every night I wasted stoned
I promise when I come home soon
We’ll turn a Nashville Tuesday
Yes a Nashville Tuesday
A Nashville Tuesday morning
Into a Sunday afternoon

Nashville Tuesday morning
Nashville Tuesday morning
Nashville Tuesday morning
Nashville Tuesday morning