I started writing this song 25 years ago. I finished it today. But that’s not the true mark of what a dumbass I am. This is: All those years ago, I was thinking about how there’s lots of famous songs about Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. Even Tuesday has a few classics. But Wednesday and Thursday got left out. So I felt compelled to write this song, because as God is my witness, I felt SORRY for Thursday!
Anyway, here’s some downsides you might not have considered for taking 25 years to write a song. Technology changes. I had to take out a reference to pay phones, because they’re pretty much extinct. I had to add a line explaining why the narrator doesn’t just call her cell phone. And during that time, Gotye had a big hit, so I had to change the line that had read “From my one true love to someone that I used to know”.
Lyrics:
I come home from a day of stringing cable
The letter's lying on the kitchen table
Her closet’s empty, bags are gone
She didn’t give a reason why
Just a roundabout goodbye
And “I think it’s time to move along”
I’m getting frantic, feel I’ve lost my mind
I call her phone and find she’d left it behind
And there I am, and suddenly I know
That she was Thursday’s child, and she had far to go
Jump in the Chevy and I take that ride
Around to all her friends in Harborside
Julie tells me “She just flew”
Brenda says she had the call to wander
Always had a need to see what’s yonder
Always wanted to meet somebody new
She didn’t leave a forwarding address
“There’s an ocean to the east, so I’m heading west”
She told them all goodbye and I’m the last to know
That she was Thursday’s child, and she had far to go
Every road that leads to someplace also leads away
She said "I’ll travel every one of them some day"
I should’ve heard the countdown ticking
The motion, it can be addicting
The postcards come from Indiana
Provo, Utah and Butte, Montana
Poughkeepsie, Little Rock and San Antone
But they don’t tell me what I want to hear
They never ever say “Wish you were here”
They never say she's coming home
The open highway made her a stranger
It only took the wanderlust to change her
From my one true love to my “once long ago”
'Cause she was Thursday's child, and she had far to go