It’s Saturday night…. this is what happens..
There’s a harvest, each Saturday night
at the bars filled with perfume and hitchin’ a ride
a place you could stand for one night and get gone
And it’s clear this conversation ain’t doing a thing
‘cause these boys only listen to me when I sing
and I don’t feel like singing tonight
all the same songs
Here in these deep city lights,
a girl could get lost tonight
I’m finding every reason to be gone
there’s nothing here to hold on to
could I hold you?
The situation’s always the same
you got your wolves in their clothes
whispering Hollywood’s name
stealing gold from the silver they see
but it’s not me
Calling out, somebody save me, I feel like I’m fading away…..
