Saturdays

Saturday what a day
what a silly little day
Time to kill take a pill
as I sit and contemplate
How I'd like to be around
all the people in the town
with their fancy cars and things
but I
I've got time

In the haste in the grace
I've been up to my waist
it isn't real what you feel
whne you find love in a chase
I've been waiting for the day
when someone takes me away
and I never get replaced
but I
I've go-o-ot time

Stop pushin' all your tragedies away
each moment
has got a lesson for a day
Take something with you
if you drag your heels in yesterdays
Oh, these Saturdays

At least Saturdays no
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As I sing one more drink
I am running out of ink
Feeling void paranoid
about every little thing
And I wonder if I try
to get up and say good bye
if I'll have the strength to leave
'cuz I
I don't have much time anymore

Stop pushin' all your tragedies away
each moment
has got a lesson for a day
Take something with you
if you drag your heels in yesterdays
Oh, these Saturdays
these Saturdays, oh