Tuesday Morning

It's Tuesday morning, I'm in bed,
 rolling to the other side, so my head's far from the radio, blaring, it's 6: 24
 I gotta go face the day
 I'd rather escape this one.
 Love's on the rocks it seems
 I don't know what it means to be in love or stay in love, how do you even figure out this stuff
 But we go make away, and it's never explained why our hearts are pounding with pain
 So I'm not surprised
 We haven't jumped over these walls we built up inside of us
 It's like we're holding back now Haven't done all we can
 If we pick up our feet we could run a little faster
 It's Sunday morning, I'm sitting down listening to a sermon
 But the words sound the same to me
 Somewhere they lost their meaning
 So I look all around, and everyone's eyes are glazed like they don't hear a sound
 Call me
 Call me and I'll come
 Call me and I'll run
 Call me or I'll call for someone