SATURDAY WAITS.
Loney, dear
Capo on 2nd
you sit in your room,
looking over the sea,
you've got friends over here
-/
still your'e there
time after time,
you could always refer to the things,
refer to the things from the past,
-/
shading you.
saturday night,
you'll get over it then
Sunday never.....
Always startin'...
Grand....
Don't you know
Cause nothing ever waits