Who cares what day it is or how long we live for? I need to make a judgement about you before my bedtime For when I put my head down on the pillow My drugstore dreams will cut me down to size By then I'll be a brand new different person To love you while I'm trying to decide I don't care what time you keep Or what you thought I came to do I lost you on a Tuesday That's all I can remember For when I put my head down on the pillow My drugstore dreams will cut me down to size By then I'll be a brand new different person To love you while I'm trying to decide Oh, the spectrum of my days The make-up that was peeling off your adolescent face Oh, such a face To try to get the clocks to change To turn and swing the other way Before I knew that pigeons cried And sanctified the hopelessness inside