Reflections on Saturday

Saturday, my reflections on Saturday…
the kindest words you could offer
were crueller still than the sea.
Eternity, it would take 'til eternity
to flood the darkness between us.
We’d still be light years apart.
Second hand, you won’t always be second hand
if you place your trust in a sad song
and chain your heart to its bars.
I’m talking about a time when I thought so much of you, talking about a time
when I had your touch.
And I know it’s not done, but I will be
waiting here eternally
'til you find the time.
Silent film, are you living a silent film?
— all sepia stained and neglected.
The past is no place to hide.
Saturday, reflections on Saturday…
the years that crept by your window,
the fears that slipped through the door.
I’m talking about a time when I thought so much of you, talking about a time
when I had your touch.
And I know it’s not done, but I will be
waiting here eternally 'til you find the time.
I’m talking about a time when I kissed your face
and I’m talking about a time, an emotion and place.
And I know it’s not done, but I will be
waiting here eternally 'til you make a contribution,
'til you make a resolution when you find the time.