Saturday Looks Good To Me - Last Hour lyrics

It's the last hour before you leave Staying up on the balcony Counting stars and listening to you singing in your sleep I wonder what time it is back home I wonder how fast that airplane goes Flying over oceans, dialing broken telephones One final kiss, it's been coming to this since before we even met You got something on your mind you're trying to forget You been saying you know you got to choose, but it ain't happened yet And we'll come home smashed And we'll forget to ask And break in half all over the bed Walking home backwards through the park Stepping on flowers in the dark It's the last hour in your heart I know you don't want to come home with the stars falling out of your eyes You got something on your mind that you're trying to hide You're running, baby, all out of space in your suitcase But you can't make up your mind And there's no more time And you have to decide Which one you'll keep and which one you're leaving behind