Saturday Night

I’m tired, I feel sad I Still can’t remove the mad thoughts in my head That light  there, is going black   I’m trying to leave it behind but all it’s coming back  When Saturday comes, and when Saturday comes I’ll prepare my old brown suitcase, and I’ll look at them Having Fun!  I’m poisoned by this time, I hope I won’t meet you along a white broken line, You should dread being by my side, But I’m just a good nature boy, please try…  When Saturday comes, and when Saturday comes I’ll prepare my old brown suitcase, and I’ll look at them Having Fun!  But there’s something I would tell, Don’t you think to escape so well, And the few things I believe,  I’m just trying to retrieve… I’ll keep myself ‘til the end, Yes I’m sure I won’t surrender… And I’ll stare at flowers in bloom And a sun of a new day born