Saturday Morning

Saturday morning and it's growing light.

I look out my window and remember the night.

The story is starting or the story ends

And I feel like I need you again.

Time used to mose softly when I was at home.

It went on without me, and left me alone.

Now it's sits at my shoulder and claws at my hand

And I feel like I need you again.

A song needs a reason and rhyme.

My love needs a little more time.

Now I recall September, leaves turned brown

Remember October, left leaves on the ground.

And here comes December like an elderly fan.

And I feel like I need you again.

A song needs a reason and rhyme.

My love needs a little more time.