Well there's a melancholy sky overhead
Above the threatening trees that are nowhere near dead
There's a rain that might not quite fall
In a dusk that harbours a wearying pall

Every Saturday nite
Has me hitting my pillow early
Every Saturday nite I'm treating like Sunday
Without you

My love has a whole ‘nother name
We invented it somewhere, somewhere in Spain
Where wе didn't see one drop of rain
But that's distant now it’s just more of the samе

Every Saturday nite has me hitting my pillow early
Every Saturday nite
Feels more like Monday or maybe even Wednesday
Every Saturday nite
Has me weeping like a weeping willow
Every Saturday nite I'm treating like Sunday
Without you

Why would I go out there, what am I gonna say?
What would be the point of it?
It's just another day
Is this some kinda test, some game I have to play?
There's nothing out there for me
That much I can say