For a moment wanna change the weather
Turn the summer dust to fall
Back then few months seemed forever
Now like no time's passed at all
No use winding that ol' clock backwards
There'll be no use left at all
Might'a been worth some waiting
For a bouquet or a call
Ghastly Saturday
As the world it burns, it spins and turns
Does it even matter anyway
Though you still hear the yearning
The feet keep on churning back to
But when you're young why make the call
Got no idea how long you're stayin'
Now you're gonna have to make that call
Before there's no time left at all
If you don't decide to stick around
Instead to start anew
Put a pair of shoes on your front step
I'll be sure to pass right through to
Ghastly Saturday
As the world it burns, it spins and turns
Does it even matter anyway
Though you still hear the yearning
The feet keep on churning back to
Ghastly Saturday
As the world it burns, it spins and turns
Does it even matter anyway
Though you still hear the yearning
The feet keep on churning back to
Pulled in by your eyes, stuck on your skull
Pulled in by your thighs, stuck on your tongue
Don't believe me, just relieve me