Eastern shore
The morning beckoned with water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the muck of sailing boats on the leftward wall
My self to set forth sailing on westward
Still speaking in tongues
I set forth
Cuz when
Tuesday comes
You'll be a ghost (you'll be a ghost)
In my own home
Cuz when
Wednesday comes (when Wednesday comes)
You'll be a ghost (you'll be a ghost)
It's Thursday (when Wednesday comes)
And I'm thinking about
The weekend
Her plans still run
Or are you waiting
Yes
Remember when
You get lost
In the woods
I thought it was
A smart idea to take that turn
But little did we know
It was a turn for the worst
First
And you
You're gone now
Who knew
You're alone
This is whatcha wanted
This is whatcha needed
Said you needed
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