Saturdays (Again)

Completeness dripping on a cake
The red the white the blue the opaque
Smoking off into a nothing

Some sweet reply's moving up out of the oven
The sense of a wonderful day
Sights will be exploding

What moves might try to fold out into an open
A brush and a nick and a push and a lick and
Things that I am hoping for you

And some do try to get a little superstitious
There's lots of cracks in many days
Also many wishes

But I don't know why they picked on Saturdays
Should be just like all the days

But I do know why I was never quite pushin for Mondays
Cause they remind me of those Saturdays

My how time flies, said my younger cousin

I turned to break through a southern pond
With the dragonflies he would buzz on

But I don't know why they picked on Saturdays
Should be just like all the days

But I do know why I was never quite pushin for Mondays
Cause they remind me of those Saturdays

Completeness
Saturday
Completeness