[Verse 1] I’m already thirty minutes down the road in my head Picking up the girl, while the house is left for dead The installers are late, the copper line is leaking The ghost of the future is the only one speaking I’ve built a cathedral of "what might go wrong" A three-act disaster, a catastrophic song. [Verse 2] Maybe they’ll finish, maybe they’ll stall Maybe I’ll trip before I even reach the hall I’m barking at shadows of a Wednesday at four While the Tuesday I’m in is walking out the door I’ve insured the anxiety, I’ve doubled the stress Buying up stock in a theoretical mess. [Chorus] But the kitchen is sixty-one degrees of "now" And I’m wearing the peace like a cool, damp brow No wonder I find a haven in the stillness A medicine found for the "future-tense" illness 100 is 100, the math is all clear There’s no room for tomorrow when the Whole is right here. [Verse 3] The savings are dipping, the numbers are shifting But the weight of the worry is finally lifting Alex was a gem, the Lennox is a horse The universe is running its natural course I’ll write the check, I’ll play the card And leave the "what-ifs" out in the yard. [Bridge] [Stop Instruments] [A Cappella] May I be warm, before the sunrise. May I be the peace, before the storm. May I know the feeling, before the blow. May I take a bow, Before the curtain falls. [Outro] Just one beat ahead. (One beat ahead.) I see the chord. I know the song. The Tuesday I'm in... Is where I belong. [End] [Silence]
