Saturdays

I'm not supposed to be
Feeling dirty cheap on Silver Street
At quarter to three
Hidden across my face
In the crowd I'm counting up the days
In a haze
I'm gazing at the floor
Somebody's got your trainers on
The ones you wore
When you walked out the door

I've been wondering what you're up to
Not for the first time
Not for the last time
And I've been thinking 'bout the things we used to do
Not for the first time
Not for the last time

We always used to say
"Saturdays take the pain away"
But nobody stays the same
No matter how much you want it
Some things change

Some things change

Through my cigarette
A shadow of you sticks me to the carpet
Try to ignore it
Something about the way
The light catches the mirror in my brain
It gives me shade
I'm staring at the door
Somebody's got your trainers on
The ones you wore
Bur you're not here anymore

I've been wondering what you're up to
Not for the first time
Not for the last time
And I've been thinking 'bout the things we used to do
Not for the first time
Not for the last time

We always used to say
"Saturdays take the pain away"
But nobody stays the same
No matter how much you want it
Some things change

Some things change
Some things change
Some things change

My heart might be broken
But I won't be broken down
My heart might be broken
But I won't be broken down

We always used to say
"Saturdays take the pain away"
But nobody stays the same
No matter how much you want it
How much you want it
We always used to say
"Saturdays take the pain away"
But nobody stays the same
No matter how much you want it
Some things change