Walking Down The Road

Walking down the road On a Saturday afternoon I was walking Down the road On a Saturday afternoon Just minding my business baby When my eyes Began to zoom I saw this man Tall and slender Dressed in a suit On a Saturday afternoon I was wondering Where he was going Dressed in that suit He'd packed his bags From his baby And was Off the roof He had tears In his eyes As he was walking Down the road And the look on his face He was obviously Carrying a load He'd left his wife And nobody knows The reason why Oh travelling down the road On a Saturday afternoon Travelling down the road Oh which day is blue This man he's left his wife Oh the worlds Filled with blue You've got to Pick up the pieces On your shattered life That's torn You've got to Pick up the pieces On your shattered life That's torn You know the things Always seem better When you wake up In the morn