Book Of Saturday Testo

'Cause my wheels never touch the road
And the jumble of lies we told
Just returns to my back to weigh me down. . .

We lay cards upon the table
The backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people
The boys in the band

Reminiscences gone astray
Coming back to enjoy the fray
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds. . .

All completeness in the morning
Asleep on your side
I'll be waking up the crewen
Banana-boat ride

She responds like a limousine
Brought alive on the silent screen
To the shuddering breath of yesterday. . .

There's the succor of the needy
Incredible scenes
I'll believe you in the future
Your life and death dreams

As the cavalry of despair
Takes a stand in the lady's hair
For the fervour of making sweet sixteen. . .

You make my life and time
A book of bluesy Saturdays
And I have to choose. . .