Again I’ll let someone else say (or sing) it much better than I could.

Enjoy your weekend. x

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“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’ve got time

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

 In the haste in the grace I’ve been up to my waist
It isn’t real what you feel when 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’ve got time

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

 As I sink 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 goodbye if I’ll have the strength to leave
 ‘Cause I don’t have much time anymore.