Saturdays lyrics

Hot motel

Stuffy inside

I know well

These eleven walls

Hot black tar

I tan my legs

I rest my heart

And dream of the city

Magazine

And diet coke

I'm not a joke

This is me

Damaged leg

Heavy cart

Plastic cups

Linen mart

Rock garden

Where I used to play

People stare

Part of their day

Coffee break

Lunch at noon

Pumpernickel steak

Green and orange room

Done my list

I make my way

To help my mother

End her day

The fresh cut grass

A parking lot

We roll on out

We got our lot

We're on our way

Roll the window down

And scream out loud

Oh, we're tired now

Take it home

Stop on my way

To the bakery

For some fruit and cake

At home I lay

After a shower clean

I hit my head

And I dream