Bittersweet on a Tuesday

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