All week long we've been looking at horizons and it's hard on the brain Sometimes I wonder is it the car or the highway that rolls through the rain. This day has no number This day has no name But it's time for the weekend all the same
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit, Let's fly away, We can find ourselves a little cafe Where the street people come to play And let the wine and the sunshine blow our minds away Saturday Suit me fine...today
All week long we've been sitting on our islands looking within Sometimes I know it must seem like we'll never be happy again Put on your makeup And I'll shine my shoes I know that it's Monday, but I'm bored with the blues
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit, Let's fly away, We can find ourselves a little cafe Where the street people come to play And let the wine and the sunshine blow our minds away Saturday Suit me fine todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
