Saturday (2:15) Lyrics
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Saturday (2:15) Lyrics
I know this came up before but I couldn't find the post. Are the lyrics to Saturday (2:15) online anywhere? It's the hidden song on Translucent Soul. There's a couple lines around the missing sock that really have me confused
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Here you go.
KarenZ
Saturday 2:15
I’m counting seven days
A full week in September
I’ve got a bed that you can stay in
There’s room as I remember
Leaves will turn to color in the wind
Jack Frost comes and sleeps here like a friend
Open your door and the sun has come out again
Baby it’s the same sun you see, in Tennessee
Aw, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed
Scratching your pretty red-haired head
You ask me “do you mind if I change the tunes?”
You’re leaning over to change the station
Unaware of my observations
You read the clock and I say “that can’t be true!”
It’s Saturday,
Quarter past two
It’s quarter past two, in the afternoon
You say, “seeing’s how we missed cartoons and it’s much too early for saloons,
Why don’t we see what the kitchen’s got in stock?”
My feet were warm, the floor was cold
The vote said no when the men were polled
So I said “I can’t seem to find my socks”
“They’re at the end of the bed, babe” you said
I said “thanks a lot,
Thank you very much.”
I’m counting seven days
I’ll fly you into Boston
I’ll be your tour guide if you’ll stay
There’s alleys to get lost in
Leaves will turn to color in the wind
Jack Frost comes and sleeps here like a friend
Open your door and the sun has come out again
Baby it’s the same sun you see…
KarenZ
Saturday 2:15
I’m counting seven days
A full week in September
I’ve got a bed that you can stay in
There’s room as I remember
Leaves will turn to color in the wind
Jack Frost comes and sleeps here like a friend
Open your door and the sun has come out again
Baby it’s the same sun you see, in Tennessee
Aw, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed
Scratching your pretty red-haired head
You ask me “do you mind if I change the tunes?”
You’re leaning over to change the station
Unaware of my observations
You read the clock and I say “that can’t be true!”
It’s Saturday,
Quarter past two
It’s quarter past two, in the afternoon
You say, “seeing’s how we missed cartoons and it’s much too early for saloons,
Why don’t we see what the kitchen’s got in stock?”
My feet were warm, the floor was cold
The vote said no when the men were polled
So I said “I can’t seem to find my socks”
“They’re at the end of the bed, babe” you said
I said “thanks a lot,
Thank you very much.”
I’m counting seven days
I’ll fly you into Boston
I’ll be your tour guide if you’ll stay
There’s alleys to get lost in
Leaves will turn to color in the wind
Jack Frost comes and sleeps here like a friend
Open your door and the sun has come out again
Baby it’s the same sun you see…
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