Testo di Not Much for Saturdays

Too much for the weekend Too much for the time Not much for the saturdays This Monday will do fine I'll cut myself another day Other days all mean the same I'm thwenty thousand years from you But twenty seconds from the day, the day, the day Don't push me out of phase Don't try to rearrange Don't try to pull my strings Cause I'm on the outside looking in Shoes reflect the passenger Spotted 'cross the crowded room Stumble over open feet Stumble over open wounds I wear my shoes so much I can't afforf another pair Catapult me far from here Catapult me far away, away, away Don't push me out of phase Don't try to rearrange Don't try to pull my strings Cause I'm on the outside looking in Lying in the dark Wishin' for a hole in one Beggars can't be choosers Wishin' they would only calm down Lying in the dark Wishin' for a hole in one Beggars can't be choosers Wishin' they would only calm down I'm out of phase I'm out of phase