Verse
Six o'clock and the fan spins slow above me
Kitchen radio catching static on the wire
Mama's dress still hanging on the doorframe
Same one she wore before she caught the fire in her feet
Tuesday sun is melting on the pavement
Neighbors sweeping dust from yesterday's parade
I fold the letter that I never sent you
Put on my shoes and let the trumpet make the choice for me
Pre-Chorus
So what's a heart to do
When the horns start calling through
The window, through the wall
Do I answer, do I fall
Chorus
Tonight I'm free, I'm dancing anyway
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Salt on my lips where the tears used to stay
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Feet on the floor, heart still half in the past
But the rhythm won't let this feeling last
I'm laughing, I'm crying, I'm dancing anyway
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Verse
Old man Rico plays the same three chords
Like he's calling every ghost back to the block
Streetlight flickers, someone starts a circle
I step in slow, then let my body talk
The photograph is fading in my pocket
Corners soft from all the times I held it tight
But the conga line don't ask you for your sorrow
It just asks you if you're ready for tonight
Pre-Chorus
So what's a heart to do
When the horns start calling through
The window, through the wall
Do I answer, do I fall
Chorus
Tonight I'm free, I'm dancing anyway
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Salt on my lips where the tears used to stay
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Feet on the floor, heart still half in the past
But the rhythm won't let this feeling last
I'm laughing, I'm crying, I'm dancing anyway
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Bridge
Maybe joy and grief are sisters
Sharing one same pair of shoes
Maybe letting go means holding
Every step I have to lose
The past can keep the shadow
I'll keep the light, I'll keep the move
Chorus
Tonight I'm free, I'm dancing anyway
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Salt on my lips where the tears used to stay
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
Feet on the floor, heart still half in the past
But the rhythm won't let this feeling last
I'm laughing, I'm crying, I'm dancing anyway
Bittersweet on a Tuesday
