Saturday Morning Blues
Woke up to an empty bed
Couldn’t remember the things we said.
Now it’s ten in the morning
Another wet day
And all I know is,
I must get away.
A cup of coffee
A piece of toast
Asking myself who I miss the most
Saturday morning go away
I don’t need you today
People passing in the streets
Shaking hands with those they meet.
I look in the paper, what do I see
A ‘page 3’ girl staring back at me.
But she’s not you.
Dave
