book of saturday

• if i only could deceive you
  forgetting the game
  every time i try to leave you
  you laugh just the same
  
  ‘cause my wheels never touch the road
  and the jumble of lies we told
  just returns to my back to weigh me down...
  
  we lay cards upon the table
  the backs of our hands
  and i swear i like your people
  the boys in the band
  
  reminiscences gone astray
  coming back to enjoy the fray
  in a tangle of night and daylight sounds...
  
  all completeness in the morning
  asleep on your side
  i'll be waking up the crewmen
  banana-boat ride
  
  she responds like a limousine
  brought alive on the silent screen
  to the shuddering breath of yesterday...
  
  there's the succour of the needy
  incredible scenes
  i'll believe you in the future
  your life and death dreams
  
  as the cavalry of despair
  takes a stand in the lady's hair
  for the favour of making sweet sixteen...
  
  you make my life and times
  a book of bluesy saturdays
  and i have to choose...