You're home on a saturday
Not quite where you want to be
The bruise of anemones
The souvenirs of spring
Something on the radio
Tells you you don't want to go
You hold it like the residue
Of a summer you lost
Something makes you want to stay
It's nagging at the perfect day
Afraid time will run away
Before it's begun
Home on a saturday
Not sure where you want to be
And all that you bring to me
I once brought to you
And it's hard when you don't want to go
But the bird is already loose
You feel that you'll never know
The rules no one teaches you
So you try you experiment
Wondering where the magic went
Decanting years of sediment
That turned joy to clay
In another time and another town
You'll find ways to break the ground
And all that you bring to me
I once brought to you
And it's hard when you don't want to go
But the ribbon is already loose
You feel that you'll never know
The rules no one teaches you
So you pack up your troubles
Leave home for the wolves
Young soldiers of fortune
Forged in mill green
Through playgrounds and corridors
They'll lash at your wings
They'll tar you and beat you
Till you feel their sin
Till promises given
In halcyon and hearth
Now banished from heaven
Fall deep in the earth
Till all your green meadow
Is sallow and cold
They'll rend it with buckshot
And sell you for gold
Still you shamble at midnight
In green verdure
Bright star of the ancients
Whose light is still pure
With ballad and bugle
And weary of word
You'll fight on the coal face
Till your voice is heard
You'll fight on the coal face
Till your voice is heard