Tuesday afternoon In a friend's basement A couple minute's before He leaves to go to work What a bore He breathes more shallow Than before Wondering what to do Where to go, with who Silent as the wind On a snowy day He prays But falls asleep anyway Anyway, anyway A couple boxes and A nameless drawer A memory serves to feed A hungry boy An aching plot Be darling, kind, and coy Don't look me in the eyes Don't believe a word I say All in good Time,