Saturday's Gone

If you're kind for dusty highways and such

Be alright to look her up

The faded priestess of the highways and crutch

Calling when you're down on luck

By the disused railroad road station you go

To the house of dirty pearl

Her existential situation you know

She is not like other girls

She may ask you, “Do you believe?”

You can't stay, though you'll never leave

See the sapphire in the skylines so blue

See the diamond in the dirt

When you think the subject won't turn to you

She got demons up her skirt

It isn't sure of her reflection at all

Is seduced by all things past

A pleasure-seeker of dejection

Gazing into her looking glass

She may ask you what you believe

But the mirror doesn't see me

Saturday's gone, saturday's gone

Saturday's gone, saturday's gone

She may ask you, “Do you believe?”

You can't stay, though you'll never leave

Saturday's gone, saturday's gone

Saturday's gone, saturday's gone

Now a sundown comes, a new day for her

Tired of dress and leave the ground

You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up

Why go up when you go down?

If you should tire of ties that bind you

Filmed on fever leaves so fast

You got trouble far behind you

Well knows nothing's made to last

Hear how God sees a lion roar

Watch the serpent crossing the floor

Saturday's gone, saturday's gone