Saturday Looks Good To Me Hands In The Snow
By the time you read these words, I will be gone
And I don't know if I'll be back
So before you ask
Just remember that we've been here before
I see through windows in the rain
Through all the language left behind
And I watch you drink invisible ink
So I won't know when you swallow your words
I won't be there
To watch it all unravel
To watch the union come undone
The end could come at any time
With harvest hands and TV eyes
And the scientists know the way it is
And we all know, and we follow them down
I hear you talking like a train
On concepts you can’t quite explain
Like a Dictaphone set especially slow
And I don't have the heart to tell you what a fool you
are
I won't be there
To watch it all unravel
To watch the union come undone
By the time you hear this tape I will be gone
And I won’t be back
so don't even ask
Cause we all know and we follow
With our eyes on the sky and our hands in the snow
