Book Of Saturday

If I only could deceive you forgetting the game Every time I try to leave you, you laugh just the same 'Cause my wheels never touch the road and the jumble of lies we told Just returns to my back to weigh me down We lay cards upon the table, the backs of our hands And I swear I like your people, the boys in the band Reminiscences gone astray, coming back to enjoy the fray In a tangle of night and daylight sounds All completeness in the morning asleep on your side I'll be waking up the crewmen, banana boat ride She responds like a limousine, brought alive on the silent screen To the shuddering breath of yesterday There's the succor of the needy, incredible scenes I'll believe you in the future, your life and death dreams As the cavalry of despair takes a stand in the lady's hair For the favor of making sweet sixteen You make my life and times a book of bluesy Saturdays And I have to chose