Saturdays

Calling you from the deck, let’s head inside

Evening comes pretty late, lost track of time

Dirty knees, you've been in the garden at war

I’ve been cooking shrimp and in the morning back to work

Saturdays come and go, that's what they do

Sleeping late, making eggs, check in with you

Maybe in a year we’ll move east into America

Where we'll find a little town and each day's a perfect replica

I’m counting every buck from here until July

If we can fill the coffee cup, we'll have enough to fly

Maybe back to Laos, or south of Vietnam

Riding bikes in the monsoon and listen to Tame Impala

Saturdays come and go, thats what they do

Day dream through another day until it comes true

Depression, exhaustion, leave it for the week

Holding hands and making plans, it's good enough for me

Saturdays come and go

Yeah

Saturdays come and go

Eh

Saturdays come and go

Yeah

Saturdays come and go