Saturday with Jane

Scratch the itch

Until we get it right

Twice the less knowing

And Friday night leaves too soon

Twice the less knowing

Bow your head, make a fist

Twice the less knowing

And Saturday begins to bloom

Twice the less knowing

And if I could choose

And if I could choose

And if I could choose

Saturday afternoon, with Jane

Red robin meets us at the kerb

And twice the less knowing

Clouds roll in and out again

Twice the less knowing

And in the midst of all of this

In the ebb and flow

If I could choose

If I could choose

If I could choose

Saturday afternoon with Jane

Saturday afternoon with Jane

Saturday afternoon with Jane

With Jane

With Jane