Lyrics
I walk the streets in feigned retreat
I simply stare ahead, face what eyes must meet
A sparkle in full fleet
I turn a corner so to greet the true unfamiliar
But instead I come across your smile
Your grace, your style
And I remember how to sing my Saturday song
I know what sudden change can say
Just seconds then suddenly one plane away
A songbird made of steel
When all that’s real makes room for less
But then nevertheless
I rise, climbing, trampling mile after mile
I walk all talk away
I know how to dance my Saturday song
Sunday sermon
Monday trouble
Tuesday stubble
Wednesday rolls around
For Thursday’s take
On Friday, payday
Sunday sermon
Monday trouble
Tuesday stubble
Wednesday rolls around
For Thursday’s take
On Friday, payday
I was completely willing to vanish and
Disappear to any form of
The “me” that I would see
Written by: David Linx, Diederik Wissels
