It's reached the time of Saturday
When the TV turns to mute
And the strip outside is dead as my past...
But the girls are still as cute.
It's reached the time, late summer
When those pictures turn to noise
And torn with tearing up this town
Or clearing up the toys.
I've reached that time in life
When the words all come out silent
And my past plays like a funeral
And the left behind get violent.
It's late forever, Saturday
The TV puts on marching boots
My longing takes me hurtling back
To where the girls were cute.
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