If we're good (???) for dusty highways and such
Be alright to look her up
The faded priestess of the highways and crutch

Calling when you're down on luck
By the disused railroad road station you go
To the house of dirty pearl

Her existential situation you know
She is not like other girls


She may ask you, â??Do you believe?â?
You can't stay, though you'll never leave


See the sapphire in the skylines so blue
See the diamond in the dirt
When you think the subject won't turn to you

She got demons up her skirt
Isn't sure of her reflection at all
Is seduced by all things past

A pleasure-seeker of dejection
Gazing into her looking glass


She may ask you what you believe
But the mirror doesn't see me


Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone

Saturday's gone

She may ask you, â??Do you believe?â?

You can't stay, though you'll never leave

Saturday's gone

Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone


Now a sundown comes, a new day for her
Tired of dress and ??

You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up
Why go up when we go down?
You should tire of ties that bind you

Film of fever leaves so fast
You've got trouble far behind you
Well knows nothings' made to last

See how God hears a lion roar
Watch the serpent crossing the floor


Saturday's gone
Saturday's gone...