Saturday

When I walk around, I'm walkin'
With my head down, I'm talkin' out
Just to myself
When I see you cry, I promise
On the inside, I cross my heart
And hope to die

And no, I think about all the things I'd say
I'd think about if I had my way
I dream of you on a Saturday
And no, I think about all the things I'd say
We can dance the pain away
I dream of you on a Saturday
I dream of you on a Saturday

Through the halls of wasted youth, I
Waste away my days waiting on you
It's all I do

And no, I think about all the things I'd say
I'd think about if I had my way
I dream of you on a Saturday
And no, I think about all the things I'd say
We can dance the pain away
I dream of you on a Saturday
And no, I think about all the things I'd say
I'd think about if I had my way
I dream of you on a Saturday
And no, I think about all the things I'd say
We can dance the pain away
Dream of you on a Saturday
I dream of you on a Saturday
I dream of you on a Saturday