Saturdays - Holly Brook

Saturday what a day what a silly little day

Time to kill take a pill as i sit and contemplate

How i’d like to be around all the people in the town with their fancy cars and

things

But i’ve got time

Stop pushin all your tragedies away

Each moment has got a lesson for the day

Take something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdays

Oh these saturdays

In the haste in the grace i’ve been up to my waist

It isn’t real what you feel when you find love in a chase

I’ve been waiting for the day when someone takes me away and i never get

replaced

But i’ve got time

Stop pushin all your tragedies away

Each moment has got a lesson for the day

Take something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdays

Oh these saturdays

As i sink one more drink i am running out of ink

Feeling void paranoid about every little thing

And i wonder if i try to get up and say goodbye if i’ll have the strength to leave

Cuz i don’t have much time anymore