Holly Brook - 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
Cuz i don't have
much time anymore
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