Saturday was a good day for you to go Youve been falling in your own home In a room with the curtains drawn You can hear the telephone song There are cars on the street below There are people out there you know And the phone is the final thing That will make your falling ears ring You came to me in dreams Came to me in sleep Shining in the dark You were shining like a new star I thought I say you wave From inside a subway car Like it was nothing at all Like it was nothing at all I thought I saw you run Your red hair the colour of fall Like it was nothing at all Like it was nothing at all You wave You run Like it was nothing at all Like it was nothing at all You wave You run Like it was nothing at all Like it was nothing at all