Lyrics

SATURDAY MORN, SUNDAY EVE

Waiting for Saturday morning
To stroll down the street on a Sunday eve
Bring your little folk song through the front gate
And a few guitars, some worn-out song sheets

We want to hear your dishes clatter
A din to maintain a walkability
Bring the neighbourhood and all the chatter
Your window at the café, the sun pouring in from the east

Come on in Saturday morning
Visit us on Sunday eve

Might take a little while, to let you in
A cruel rerouting to the Monday motorway
Gently kick in the door, play that tune that came to you
Your Saturday suite on a windy Sunday eve

Come on in Saturday morning
Visit us on Sunday eve