The Heart Of Saturday Night

Stopping on the red You're going on the green Tonight'll be like nothing You've ever seen You're barreling down the boulevard Looking for the heart of Saturday night Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin Telephone's ringing; it's your second cousin Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core You're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before Now you're stumbling You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night Now you're stumbling