Tekst:
Counting Crows Saturday Nights Sunday Mornings

now Oh, can you see me? I am one in a million I am Icarus falling Out of the sun Could you see me falling a line of Spotlights and jackknife Through night

Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run I got a call to go to a late night picture show So I traded

got the reasons Just make up any reasons And pick it ?til it's torn Take it all away You took your coat today But they all go back in the morning Make

And time is a number that rests on a wall And nobody knows me, my friends and my family Are as far from this city as Washington Square So cover this warm night

have to be alone I fear I might lose composure without warning I am a child of fire, I am a lion I have desires and I was born inside the sun this morning

You know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend There are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings It's okay, I'm angry but you'll

disco sounds And skinny girls who drink champagne Then they take me on their knees again And pull me up and out the door Past railway cars and tranny-whores And mornings

Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing gently on the wind They have flown down California They have landed

I'm always thinking Of someone new I'm never sitting Ok with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You