Saturday To Sunday
Saturday to sunday's wasteThen monday's soon aroundIt's always time to leaveThe nightlife first
And catch the last bus out of town
And the sentiment of the last song that I heardStays with me as if I'd written every wordI thought I saw an open doorWith a bright light shining through
But what it was I don't recall
But I think you've seen it too
And there are the days and the ways I've knownDreaming that this bird has flownAnd if you burnt your fingers in the fire
Remember me and my desireIt might be easier this way
If you're trying to change the worldI saw a film just made for me
Said you've got to walk the lineThe day will come when I feed the flamesI'm just biding my time
These are the days and the ways I've knownDreaming that this bird has flown