Blue Old Saturday Night

I can hear the sound of your footsteps

Walking down the hall

And the echo of the doors that slammed

Shook a picture off the wall

You start the car up in the drive outside

You hit the pedal and you're gone

And if leaving me seems oh so easy

Why bother coming home

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

My baby's left me in tears again

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

I'm on the rocks and he's rolling again

Oh how you hate the sound of raised voices

How yours would raise when I'd start to cry

And the trembling lips and the trembling fingers

Stretched out to you would make your temper fly

Well I can't live here in this grey, grey world

Too afraid to speak my mind

If leaving me means so little to you

Then coming back is just a lie

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

My baby's left me in tears again

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

I'm on the rocks and he's rolling again

When you get home and the lights are all out

You'll fumble in the doorway till you turn them on

You'll stumble to the bedroom but the bed will be empty

You'll look around the house and you'll find me gone

And you'll remember all those silent moments

They'll be ringing in your ears

There won't be voices raised tonight

But maybe there'll be tears

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

Your baby's left you in tears

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

You're on the rocks and I'm rolling away

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

Your baby's left you in tears

Oh! The blue old Saturday night

You're on the rocks and I'm rolling away