Work My Way Back Home

Wish I could take all my Saturdays with you, and remember them all week long. First sign of trouble, those memories pull me through. It’s like I’m with you again, and it feels like home. All week I travel, but I think back to you each day. And the moment when your love pours long and cool. My job is good, but if my buddies could, they’d jump to take my place. Life can feel cruel, until I come home to you. Saturday Morning, she keeps me strong, all week long as I work my way back home, where we go undercover. Face to face, and again we’re free, And the only place we gotta be, is nowhere, reserved for you and me and Saturday Morning.

Sunday night comes, there’s a broken drum, beating in my chest, when you say, “wake me in the morning, before you go.” Then we hold each other like outlaw lovers, before I hit the road again. And it feels like a lifetime, until I come home to you. Saturday Morning, she keeps me strong all week long as I work my way back home, where we go undercover. Face to face, again we’re free, the only place we gotta be, is nowhere, reserved for you and me, and Saturday Morning.

Welcome signs and smiling eyes reach out at night on the road, but I’m not like the rest. I never take their address. Saturday Morning, she keeps me strong, all week long as I work my way back home, where we go undercover. Face to face, and again we’re free, the only place we gotta be, is nowhere, reserved for you and me. Saturday Morning, she keeps me strong. all week long as I work my way back home, where we go undercover. Mmm. Face to face, again we’re free, the only place we gotta be, is nowhere, reserved for you and me, Saturday Morning mmm Saturday Morning………jus’ you n’ me baby.