Saturday Waits

You sit in your room
Looking over the sea
You got friends over here
Still you’re there
Time after time
You could always refer to the things
Refer to the things from the past
Shading you
Saturday waits
You’ll get over it then
Sunday never come late
Always stand in the shade
Saturday night
You’ll be grown up real soon
Trouble never complain
You’ll be over 'til ten
Time after time
You will always be late
You will always feel shame
For your looks
Your feel (ing)s in a jar
Stored in a cupboard
Cupboard at yours
You will always feel shame
For your ways
Saturday night
You’ll be grown up real soon
Trouble never complain
You’ll be over 'til ten
Saturday waits
You’ll get over it then
Sunday never come late
Always stand in the shade
Grandfather I want you now
Nothing ever waits
Lover I want you now
'Cause nothing ever waits
Saturday waits
You’ll get over it then
Sunday never come late
Always stand in the shade
Saturday night
You’ll be grown up real soon
Trouble never complain
You’ll be over 'til ten
You sit in your room
Looking over the sea
You will always be late
Always feel shame