Sadderdaze

Dirty fingernails, same as your mindBut he can strum the guitar just fineEvery now and then he'd think about his lifeDaydreamin' just to pass the the time

Now the sun is closer than it was beforeAnyone who's anyone can feel it

Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?They keep on using me

Even as a child everyone would say"He was gonna be a star someday"Finally he found a way to reach the skyBut he didn't know what he'd find

Now the sun is closer than it was beforeAnyone who's anyone can feel it, mm

Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?They keep on using me

He's got a big head full of trash that he talks down every chance he getsHe's a grown man with committable mistakes

Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?They keep on using meThey keep on using meThey keep on using meThey keep on using meThey keep on using me