Christine Fellows - Saturday Night On Utopia Parkway Lyrics
Night. There's a lantern in your window.If we could come in closer we would see you in your housecoat.What a sight.Grains of sawdust mist the air,Like your kitchen is a movie set and you're the heroine in there.In your placeA renaissance collageNext to the plastic lobstersA reverent homage.Then you mightWrite another bashful letterTo a Russian ballerinaAll the way in New York CityIt's Saturday NightOn Utopia ParkwayI pray that you mightThink of something you'll love to loveTonightMy dear Mary Baker EddyI pray for Brother RobertAnd those boots of lead again.Despite all I know I can't containI'll gather all the parts I need and hope that we remain.Whitewash over me untilPure Varathane runs through my veinsAnd I'll at last be still.Right when the arrow leaves the bow,It erases all uncertainty and love I'll never know.It's Saturday Nighton Utopia ParkwayI pray that I mightMake you something you'll love to love