Lyrics

12 o'clock on a Saturday
It feels like the dawn
Sleeping never comes easy
Wondering where it went wrong

Hope feels like a feather
A bird that can sing
I need a few more feathers
So I can spread my wings

I try to figure it out sometimes
But I'm dying inside my mind
I try to go back and retrace my steps
But I guess it's a waste of time

I keep waiting
For your call on the phone
Nothing better than waiting
For you to come home
You know I keep on waiting
For your call on the phone
Nothing better than waiting
For you to come home

Another day seems like Saturday
Nothing much going on
Everything all seems the same
Never anything on

Music & lyrics by Michael Cotter.
© 2009 Michael Cotter Music (ASCAP) All rights reserved.