Saturdays
Saturday what a day what a silly little dayTime to kill take a pill as i sit and contemplateHow i'd like to be around all the people in the town with their fancy cars and thingsBut i've got time
Stop pushin all your tragedies awayEach moment has got a lesson for the dayTake something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdaysOh these saturdays
In the haste in the grace i've been up to my waistIt isn't real what you feel when you find love in a chaseI've been waiting for the day when someone takes me away and i never get replacedBut i've got time
Stop pushin all your tragedies awayEach moment has got a lesson for the dayTake something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdaysOh these saturdays
As i sink one more drink i am running out of inkFeeling void paranoid about every little thingAnd i wonder if i try to get up and say goodbye if i'll have the strength to leaveCuz i don't have much time anymore