me and jiggs staring at the ceiling
the stars above the radar range
Song from a station wagon laying foundations
on the shadows of overpassing planes
I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock we're gonna
drive across the county line
And find Saturday night like an orphan child that the
good days left behind

And I'm not sure we can make it stay
Sun's going down and its the end of the day

me and my friends in the park drinking
beer underneath the trees
Lying on your back as the sun goes down,
you know it's perfect cause you've got to leave
On a Saturday night in a town like this
I forget all my songs about trains
A bar with a jukebox and you on my arm heaven
and earth are pretty much the same

And I'm not sure I can make you stay
Sun's going down and its the end of the day

Later on sitting on the roof talking like t
he night could last all night
Like we are all half crazy and
all at least half alright
Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt
play guitar to burn off the hours
Till we climb the fences at the edge of town
and paint our names on the water towers

And I'm not sure we can make them stay
Sun's going down at the end of the day