Saturday's Gone

	If you're kind for dusty highways and such
	Be alright to look her up
	The faded priestess of the highways and crutch
	Calling when you’re down on luck
	By the disused railroad road station you go
	To the house of dirty pearl
	Her existential situation you know
	She is not like other girls
	She may ask you, “
	Do you believe?”
	You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave
	See the sapphire in the skylines so blue
	See the diamond in the dirt
	When you think the subject won’t turn to you
	She got demons up her skirt
	It isn’t sure of her reflection at all
	Is seduced by all things past
	A pleasure-seeker of dejection
	Gazing into her looking glass
	She may ask you what you believe
	But the mirror doesn’t see me
	Saturday's gone, saturday's gone
	Saturday's gone, saturday's gone
	She may ask you, “
	Do you believe?”
	You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave
	Saturday's gone, saturday's gone
	Saturday's gone, saturday's gone
	Now a sundown comes, a new day for her
	Tired of dress and leave the ground
	You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up
	Why go up when you go down?
	If you should tire of ties that bind you
	Filmed on fever leaves so fast
	You got trouble far behind you
	Well knows nothing's made to last
	Hear how God sees a lion roar
	Watch the serpent crossing the floor
	Saturday's gone, saturday's gone...

	If you' re kind for dusty highways and such
	Be alright to look her up
	The faded priestess of the highways and crutch
	Calling when you' re down on luck
	By the disused railroad road station you go
	To the house of dirty pearl
	Her existential situation you know
	She is not like other girls
	She may ask you, "
	Do you believe?"
	You can' t stay, though you' ll never leave
	See the sapphire in the skylines so blue
	See the diamond in the dirt
	When you think the subject won' t turn to you
	She got demons up her skirt
	It isn' t sure of her reflection at all
	Is seduced by all things past
	A pleasureseeker of dejection
	Gazing into her looking glass
	She may ask you what you believe
	But the mirror doesn' t see me
	Saturday' s gone, saturday' s gone
	Saturday' s gone, saturday' s gone
	She may ask you, "
	Do you believe?"
	You can' t stay, though you' ll never leave
	Saturday' s gone, saturday' s gone
	Saturday' s gone, saturday' s gone
	Now a sundown comes, a new day for her
	Tired of dress and leave the ground
	You' d be a fool to ask her to lift you up
	Why go up when you go down?
	If you should tire of ties that bind you
	Filmed on fever leaves so fast
	You got trouble far behind you
	Well knows nothing' s made to last
	Hear how God sees a lion roar
	Watch the serpent crossing the floor
	Saturday' s gone, saturday' s gone...