| Fm | |
| Who | cares what day it is |
| C | |
| Or | how long we live for? |
| Fm | |
| I | need to make a judgement |
| C | |
| About | you before my bedtime |
| Fm | B | |
| For | when I put my head down on the | pillow |
| Fm | B | |
| My | drugstore dreams will cut me down | to size |
| C | Fm | |
| By | then I'll be a brand new different | person |
| C | Fm | |
| To | love you while I'm trying to | decide |
| Fm-C | |
| 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 |
| (Fm-B & C-Fm) |
| 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 |
| Fm-C | |
| Oh, the spectrum of my days |
| The make-up that was peeling off |
| Your adolescent face |
| Oh, such a face |
| C | B | Gis | G | |
| To | try to | get the | clocks to | change |
| To turn and swing the other way |
| Before I knew that pigeons cried |
| C | B | Gis | Fm | |
| And | sancti | fied the | hopelessness ins | ide |