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