Saturday Morning

Down at the corner store, perfect day, wouldn't change anything Not really needing for nothing Too young to know about want and injury Innocent then Mostly all gone Honest enough to keep moving along With perceptions of love, loss, and release Waiting my turn to be chopped at the knees Down at the corner store, perfect day, wouldn't change anything Common as anything is Kept in the kindness of friends Felicity Never been far from my mind Saw me through many dark times Remedy Our timeline appears to be broken Through years of subtle fore-tokens The saints are no longer able The timeline is no longer stable Common as anything is Kept in the kindness of friends Felicity Never too far from my mind Saw me through many dark times Remedy Your burdens no bother to me It's fine if the best that you bring just brings me down Our timeline appears to be broken Years of subtle fore-tokens The saints are no longer able The timeline is no longer stable