(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday (Live at the Bottom Line, NYC, NY - August 1993)

歌詞

You gassed her up And your behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barreling down the boulevard Looking for the heart of Saturday night You got paid on Friday And your pockets are jingling You see the lights You get all tingling cause you're cruising with a six Looking for the heart of Saturday night You comb your hair Shave your face Trying to wipe out every trace All of the other days In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday You're reaching your peak Stopping on the red You're going on the green Tonight'll be like nothing You've ever seen You're barreling down the boulevard Looking for the heart of Saturday night <♪> Tear is the crack of the poolballs neon buzzing Telephone's ringing it's your second cousing The barmaid that's smiling from the corner of his eye But magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core You're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before Now you're stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night Now you're stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night