COME SATURDAY

I CAN’T STAND TO SEE YOUR PICTURE
ON THE DRESSER WHERE I LEFT YOU
ANOTHER SUNNY DAY, AND YOU’RE
80 MILES AWAY, TUESDAY.

BUT COME SATURDAY, YOU’LL COME TO STAY
YOU’LL COME TO SWAY IN MY ARMS
WHO CARES IF THERE’S A PARTY SOMEWHERE
WE’RE GOING TO STAY IN

COME SATURDAY, YOU’LL COME TO SAY
MAYBE THERE’S NO HARM
IN A WASTED SUMMER, WITH NO DRUMMER
WE’RE GOING TO STAY IN

NOW I COULD STAND TO BE A FIXTURE
IN YOUR FADED FAMILY PICTURES
BUT I CAN’T SEE INTO THE SUNSET
ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU’RE PERFECT RIGHT NOW

YOU DON’T HAVE TO WRITE AT ALL
YOU DON’T HAVE TO MAKE A CALL
I KNOW THAT YOU WILL COME
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN

YOU DON’T HAVE TO DRESS TO PLEASE
PERHAPS UNDRESS FOR ME
I KNOW THAT WHEN YOU COME WE’LL BE STAYING IN