^CMe and jiggs staring at the ceiling the ^Amistars above the radar range ^Fsong from a station wagon laying foundations on the ^Gshadows of overpassing planes I'm ^Cfeeling good at seven o'clock we're gonna ^Amidrive across the county line and find ^FSaturday night like an orphan child that the ^Ggood days left behind R: And I'm not ^Dmisure we can make it ^Gstay sun's going ^Dmidown and it's the end of the ^Gday Me and my friends in the park drinking beer underneath the trees lying on your back as the sun goes down you know it's perfect cause you've got to leave On a Saturday night in a town like this I forget all my songs about trains a bar with a jukebox and you on my arm heaven and earth are pretty much the same R: Later on sitting on the roof talking like the night could last all night like we are all half crazy and all at least half alright Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt play guitar to burn off the hours till we climb the fences at the edge of town and paint our names on the water towers R: