Pamela Bradley - Walking Down The Road Lyrics

Walking down the road
On a Saturday afternoon
I was walking
Down the road
On a Saturday afternoon
Just minding my business baby
When my eyes
Began to zoom

I saw this man
Tall and slender
Dressed in a suit
On a Saturday afternoon
I was wondering
Where he was going
Dressed in that suit

He'd packed his bags
From his baby
And was
Off the roof

He had tears
In his eyes
As he was walking
Down the road
And the look on his face
He was obviously
Carrying a load
He'd left his wife
And nobody knows
The reason why

Oh travelling down the road
On a Saturday afternoon
Travelling down the road
Oh which day is blue
This man he's left his wife
Oh the worlds
Filled with blue

You've got to
Pick up the pieces
On your shattered life
That's torn
You've got to
Pick up the pieces
On your shattered life
That's torn
You know the things
Always seem better
When you wake up
In the morn