Saturday Morning

Saturday morning I feel fine; I can feel you on my shoulder
Called you up with shiny dimes just to see if you might wanna
Every day that I feel fine is a day that I will squander
I could sigh and I could pine; but in the end, why would I wanna
I’ve been humming this melody too long
Waiting for signals of s? s to show I’ve grown out of you
Made a mess can’t make it right; I’m a fool for simple sermons
I’ve been waiting all this time for an easy stretch to run on
But I’ll always pass the signs; the ones that make me certain
I’ve been humming this melody too long
Waiting for signals of s? s to show I’ve grown out of you