Saturday Evening Post

Sittin’on my bed
Waitin’for someone to tell me I’m down
Saw her last night with summer curls
And I fell
Smilin’like a Rockwell
She shows me her room
But I can’t stay
Time doesn’t stop when she touches my hand
It’s the same
Cause I see you every time I smile
So why can’t I say?
Music makes me feel good and so do you
So here’s a song
You were lookin’pretty good up in Peace Dog’s Cave
But your hair looks better long
I’m hopeful that someday I can talk to you
Without lookin’down
I don’t want to be a stranger
But until I get some flavor
Please come around
Oh please
Oh please
Come around