Tuesday People in Deaf Havana

Nothing like you wish you were, your name is the only thing you're really sure of, sitting on the wrong side of twenty five
You keep your problems buried, oh, so deep, then wonder why you wake up crying, at least the pain means you're alive

'Cause it's been months and you've had time to face what you've been running from
Running from
Yeah, it's been months and you can't find a reason why you're holding on
Holding on

Before you went away you said you thought you'd try your hand at being a writer
After all could it really be
Worse than waking up on Tuesday mornings to sign away your pride for money
At least you'd have your dignity

Yet all the while your mind is drifting back to all those nights when you were happy
Or at least when you thought you were
But nothing here can take away the years you wasted thinking you weren't lonely
Or alone if you'd prefer

'Cause it's been months and you've had time to face what you've been running from
running from
Yeah, it's been months and you can't find a reason why you're holding on
holding on

If all you wanted was somebody to hear you out, to chase away the empty nights of fear and doubts
Running away won't answer any of your prayers
But you're praying, yeah, you're praying
But who are you praying to?
Is it the God you stopped believing in when he abandoned you?

'Cause it's been months and you've had time to face what you've been running from
Yeah, it's been months and you can't find a reason why you're holding on

But you're praying, yeah, you're praying
But you're praying