Saturday

I was born on a Saturday What about you? Well you know, I already know that you were too I will go on a screened-in porch on a rainstorm I won't hold fast, you're waiting past onto no form A strong current will sweep you downstream It would be best not to resist The line you're hanging on is fraying You may as well loosen your grip But a stranger is living in your old house What does when you were born still say about you? It'd be best to jettison what you can't really do A strong current will sweep you downstream It would be best not to resist The line you're hanging on is fraying You may as well loosen your grip