Texty: Jay Nash. Saturday.

I'm dosing
But still not dreaming
Of your dinner man blue(?)
Your favorite shoes
Day old coffee
But I'm not where I should be
I hope that I lock the door
And put out all the lights

Winner ray(?)
But I ain't the same
As the fallings(?) know
Way back home
Makes me remember
When we met
But I'm asking myself
Is it time to forget
Hope that I lock the door
And put all the lights

Saturday
I'm coming home
Saturday
I'm coming home

Driving west
Sun is in my eyes
And I see a billboard
With your smile
And I cant say
That I don't miss you

I just hope that I locked the door
And put out all the lights

Saturday
I'm coming home
Saturday
I'm coming home

I'm coming home to you
If I never leave
Will you open for me
Open your door
If I never leave this way again

Saturday
I'm coming home
Saturday
I'm coming home

Cos I'm coming home to you
If I never
Open up your door
I'm coming home to you yeah

Saturday
I'm coming home
Saturday
I'm coming home