Saturday

I was born on a Saturday, what about you?

Well you know I already know that you were, too

I would be on a screening in pouch in a rain storm

I will hold fast, you're wading past out to go far

A strong current sweeping you down stream

It would be best not to resists

The line you're hanging on is fraying

You may as well loosen your grip

When a stranger is living in your old house

What does when you are bored still say about you?

But that's to jettison what you can't do

A strong current sweeping you down stream

It would be best not to resist

The line you're hanging on is fraying

You may as well loosen your grip