Saturday

Saturday I watched you fly away Across the empty sky I turned around and waved goodbye And now it's me alone It's just an empty home That's on an empty street In a town that always sleeps And a blind man in the darkness knows no difference But I have grown accustomed to the colors that you bring I check the dial tone On the telephone But when I try to speak The reception gets so weak I took an hour's drive Into the countryside The sky was bright and clear But it was cold without you here And my mind is turning back before I knew you And the numbness was the only thing I'd ever really known And I was home Long ago, I was happy by myself Long ago, it was me and no one else Long ago, and then I saw your face I got a photograph Beneath a sheet of glass Inside a cherry frame But it is never quite the same It's just a memory A spot in history But that's no good to me When I am living here and now Oh, I've tried to make my peace with all the silence I have tried to patch the cracks, I've got my finger in the dam And I've tried to find contentment in seclusion But I will never really smile till the day that you return Till you return