Saturday They'll All Be Back Again
Cruising Through the Heart: David Wilcox's Tale of Saturday Night Yearning
Lyrics
Johnny's out cruising down the fast food strip
Johnny is driving along the fast-food strip.
He rides the high-wheeler Ford
He drives a high-wheeler Ford.
He's down here every evening since the school let out
He frequents the area since school let out.
An ordinary man would be bored.
An ordinary person would find it boring.
Johnny's got the hunger of a high school heart
Johnny has the eagerness of a high school heart.
And a tank full of minimum-wage
He has a tank full of minimum-wage.
So its six lights down, six lights back
He travels six lights down and six lights back.
Pacing like a lion in a cage
Restlessly pacing like a caged lion.
He's running on a tether
He's constrained, tearing at the ground.
Tearing at the ground
Trying to break free from a tether.
Trying to find a way to break the chain
Struggling to break the chain that binds him.
This howling in the distance
A distant howling captivates him.
Its a captivating sound
Uncertain if the sound is ecstasy or pain.
Can't tell if its ecstasy or pain
Saturday they'll all be back again
Anticipation for the return of something on Saturday.
All those engines pulling all night long
Engines running all night create a slow moving train.
Still makes a slow moving train
The noise persists even when the train moves slowly.
They can scream out their freedom
They express their freedom when the light turns green.
When the light turns green
Yet, they are destined to return.
But they're bound to come 'round again
Standing at a distance there's the dark haired girl
A dark-haired girl is observed from a distance.
Johnny doesn't know her name
Johnny is unaware of her name.
He howls his engine like a big, black dog
He revs his engine like a big, black dog.
Choking on his collar by his chain
Feeling restricted like a dog on a chain.
Its lonely, like hunger
Loneliness akin to hunger.
Driven to the same old place
Repetition of the same old routine.
Rumble like thunder
Rumbling like thunder, a powerful force.
Don't you think that Angels hear
Suggests that angels may perceive the human race's passion.
The passion of this Human Race
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