From the recording For the Birds
Lyrics
Movies on a Saturday night
Sunday morning got the shades pulled tight
Make a little love above Havermeyer street
Then go get coffee and something to eat
With my baby
Monday I don't wanna go to work
By Wednesday, everything starts to hurt
Shoulders so tight, but we keep staring at a screen
Until the Friday happy hour scene
Tastes like freedom
I don't know what to do
You got me all kinds of blue
I miss walking around
And talking about the true things
With you
Oh Meg, (please) don't leave
You got me down on my knees
I don't wanna cry, but I can't see
The forest for the trees
And I'm lonely
I don't know what to do
You got me all kinds of blue
I miss walking around
And talking about the true things
With you
Oh babe, it'll be alright
I know it'll all work out
(x2)
I don't know what to do
You got me all kinds of blue
I miss walking around
And talking about the true things
With you