Staring at a chair where her folks had been
All she wanted to tell them was: "I'm alright."
It's late, and a stillness hangs on her wall
Broken by the sound of the faint footfalls
As the last orderly moves slowly into the night
And a song that she used to know, from a pocket radio
And it floats from the floor above; song she used to love
Reminds her of the time when she had any place to go
Is this time? Is it all I've got? (She thinks)
Is this life? Is it all I've got?
That you could walk away and leave me with something I can't fight, yeah
This thing has got a hold of me and all my Saturday... all my Saturday nights
She thinks to herself, I'll hide them underneath my tongue
In the moment she's aware of what she won't become
When she feels herself slipping, she whispers: "I'm alright."
The ceiling reflects headlights coming over the hill
She's lying on her back, and she's perfectly still
She knew they'd come back for her, but they fade out of sight
If you're out there listening, you know what I'm missing
They took time; oh, it was mine
I want my life back, I want my life back
Is this time? Is it? Is this life? Is it? Is this time?
Is it all I've... all I've got, all I've got?
I could stumble across this hall; I could find my way... find my way back home
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"Saturday Girl" as written by Bob Whelan
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