Re-Run

Saturday it’s two a. m
I think I’ll call you up again
And all we ever talk about is the weather
It seems that all this small talk’s killing me
So I might just go to sleep
And maybe dream of something better
Staring at this photograph
It’s funny how it takes you back to a time
When everything seemed easier
Coffee in the morning time
Cause I can never sleep at night
Thoughts of this only make it linger