It's a Saturday's night at the world
I am thinking it over then
And how useless to search it becomes
When you seek all the answers in one
But his voice seemed to answer the echoing silence
From yesterday's asking
And waiting, and listening
For something resembling
A song to be sung back to me
It's a Saturday's night at the world
I am thinking it over then
And how useless to search it becomes
When you seek all the answers in one
But his eyes seemed quicksilver
Reflecting the prisms I kindled
Uneclipsed by the darkness of loving's mirages
That swindle the heart
With the shadow of me
And his love seemed to offer a solution
From endless beginnings
And so I went spinning onto him
To love him, but found him one answer
For loving and losing the same
It's a Saturday's night at the world
I am thinking it over then
And how useless to search it becomes
When you seek all the answers in one