Ford Natirboff - Saturday Morning Come-Down Lyrics

It's just a Saturday morning comedown
There was a Friday night special across town
I was looking for you, you were nowhere to be found
Now you're in my head and in my bed on this Saturday morning comedown

Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown

I pretended to be perfect and it showed
Maybe we'll drive to a different country
Canada or Mexico
I could be a ripple in your undertow
Said, I can float in your love if you'll let me

It's just a Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown

It's just a getaway drive to no destination
I'm a sucker for worst things in my self righteous alienation
Metaphors can't describe the way I feel
A picture can't take the place of a moment thats real

But it's a Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown

I wonder where the tempest is burning out these days
Maybe Bruce Berry felt the same way
I guess Alice can't always be so free and fun
I can't be the cool cat and the rabbit on the run

From the puke stained cobble stones
To the alleyways all alone
I just want something
To make me feel something

I just want something to make me feel something

You hammer those nails left hanging when you're bored
You are enough don't need to be anything more
I should have been home the night before
Now I'm a hungover stranger at your door

It's just a Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown