Book Of Saturday - King Crimson

If I only could deceive you

Forgetting the game

Every time I try to leave you

You laugh just the same

'Cause my wheels never touch the road

And the jumble of lies we told

Just returns to my back to weigh me down…

We lay cards upon the table

The backs of our hands

And I swear I like your people

The boys in the band

Reminiscences gone astray

Coming back to enjoy the fray

In a tangle of night and daylight sounds…

All completeness in the morning

Asleep on your side

I’ll be waking up the crewmen

Banana-boat ride

She responds like a limousine

Brought alive on the silent screen

To the shuddering breath of yesterday…

There’s the succour of the needy

Incredible scenes

I’ll believe you in the future

Your life and death dreams

As the cavalry of despair

Takes a stand in the lady’s hair

For the favour of making sweet sixteen…

You make my life and times

A book of bluesy Saturdays

And I have to chose…