Saturdays (Album Version)

Saturdays (Album Version)

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
And I have got time

Stop pushing all your tragedies away
Each moment has got a lesson for the day
Take something with you
We can't drag our heels in yesterdays
Oh these Saturdays

In the haste in the grace I've had 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'd never get replaced
But I have got time

Stop pushing all your tragedies away
Each moment has got a lesson for the day
Take something with you
We can't drag our heels in yesterdays
Oh these Saturdays
These Saturdays, oh

As I sink one more drink I am running out of ink
I'm feeling void paranoid about every little thing
And I wonder if I tried to give up and say goodbye
If I'll have the strength to leave
Cause I don't have much time anymore

Stop pushing all your tragedies away
Each moment has got a lesson for the day
Take something with you
We can't drag our heels in yesterdays

Oh these Saturdays
These Saturdays, now
These Saturdays now, baby

Written by HAFERMANN, HOLLY
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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