All week long we've been looking at
Horizont and it's hard on the brain.
Sometimes I wonder is it the car or the highway that rolls through the rain.
This day no number
This day has no name.
But it's timre for the weekend all the same
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit:
Let's fly away
We can find ourselves a littke cafe
Where ythe street people come to play
And let the wine and the sunshine blow our minds away.
Saturday Suit me fine today.
Al 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 to blues.
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit:
Let's fly away
We can find ourselves a littke cafe
Where ythe street people come to play
And let the wine and the sunshine blow our minds away.
Saturday Suit me fine…. today.