Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night

Saturday night’s already old
Walking into Sunday, and I find
All desires are cold
I could walk forever, I don’t mind
Show me a light, your company
Goes a little way to help me see
The path on which I’m bound
Rather than the things I leave behind

I’ve got the keys to the city
Baby
I can feel my luck
I got two days’ money
If you light me up
This heart will shine on

“L’esclavage D’amour
It will be ours forevermore”
Words we both recall
Either from a lover, or the law
Saturday night, my steps have shown
I can walk away from all I’ve know
Goodnight, my friend, goodbye
Remember what they say,
When you’re alone, laugh or die

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I’m just savouring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can’t stop that long forgotten feeling of her
Try to book a room to stay tonight

Number one is to find some friends to say “You’re doing well
After all this time you boys look just the same”
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
Settle in to play “Do you remember so and so?”
Number three is never say her name

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around

But Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
I’m happy just to sit here round a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies

There’s a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands
With her young local factory out-of-worker, holding hands
And I’m wondering if he’ll go or if he’ll stay

Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field
In our day

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there’s nothing else could set fire to this town
There’s no change, there’s no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around

Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
One nurse to hold her
One nurse to wheel her down
The corridors of heeling
And I’ve been trying
But she’s crying like a refugee

Loves me like a sister
Loves me like an only child
Loves me like a sister
Loves me like an only child
She’s my connection
I’ll hold on
And never, never, never let her down
Cause she’s alone
And she loves me like an only child

Suffer little children
Send that little child to me
All day the doctor
Handles his responsibility

Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
She’s my connection
I’ll hold on
And never, never, never let her down
Cause she’s alone
And she’s crying like a refugee