Track 5 of the EP Fog Lamp Samba · 2014
Last Day at the Office, Tuesday
“A retirement song for a man who walked out the door for the last time with a grin. We played it like a small parade.”
jazz-pop · jazz-pop · easy swing · 2:45
Lyrics
Forty years of the same front door Same grey coat and the same old floor Today I hand back the key Tomorrow belongs to me They gave me a cake and a card Everybody signed it hard I laughed, and I shook each hand Now I'm free as a man can be Oh, it's a Tuesday, and I've got all the time Slow coffee and a crossword, a little wine No bell, no boss, no clock on the wall Last day at the office, I'm walking tall Oh, it's a Tuesday, and the day is mine Think I'll walk down to the park Watch the pigeons till it's dark Call my sister, plant some beans Learn to cook, or learn to dream I'll miss the faces, I will The old elevator, the window sill But the street is calling out my name And I'm not the man I was, the same Oh, it's a Tuesday, and I've got all the time Slow coffee and a crossword, a little wine No bell, no boss, no clock on the wall Last day at the office, I'm walking tall Oh, it's a Tuesday, and the day is mine The day is mine Oh, the day is mine