Saturday
I watched you fly away
Across the empty sky
I turned around and waved goodbye
And now it's me alone
It's just an empty home
That's on an empty street
In a town that always sleeps
And a blind man in the darkness knows no difference
But I have grown accustomed to the colors that you bring
I check the dial tone
On the telephone
But when I try to speak
The reception gets so weak
I took an hour's drive
Into the countryside
The sky was bright and clear
But it was cold without you here
And my mind is turning back before I knew you
And the numbness was the only thing
I'd ever really known
And I was home
Long ago I was happy by myself
Long ago it was me and no one else
Long ago and then I saw your face
I got a photograph
Beneath a sheet of glass
Inside a cherry frame
But it is never quite the same
It's just a memory
A spot in history
It's no good to me
When I am living here and now
Oh
I've tried to make my peace with all the silence
I have tried to patch the cracks
I've got my finger in the dam
And I've tried to find contentment in seclusion
But I will never really smile
till the day that you return
Till you return