Saturday to sunday's waste
Then monday's soon around
It's always time to leave
The nightlife first
And catch the last bus out of town
And the sentiment of the last song that I heard
Stays with me as if I'd written every word
I thought I saw an open door
With a bright light shining through
But what it was I don't recall
But I think you've seen it too
And there are the days and the ways I've known
Dreaming that this bird has flown
And if you burnt your fingers in the fire
Remember me and my desire
It might be easier this way
If you're trying to change the world