The brightness of the sun distracts me from the cold when I think about how many days I haven’t been home.   The travel from the trip is used to get away from the people that I sadly see every single day.   Don’t talk about or figure out why, why everything feels so good.         All these words seem to come on a Saturday night.    I want to say to you, I want to say…         He said he met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.   And she hears the songs he sings.   And she reads the words he writes.   I said I met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.   And she hears the songs I sing.   And she reads the words I write.         The rumble of the train, and the screeching of the breaks remind me of the reason why I threw it all way.   It’s nicer on this side.   Forget the way I came.   I come at time when I really want to stay.   Don’t think about or figure out why, why everything feels so good.         All these words seem to come on a Saturday night.    I want to say to you, I want to say…         He said he met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.   And she hears the songs he sings.   And she reads the words he writes.   I said I met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.   And she hears the songs I sing.   And she reads the words I write.