When joey first came the light seemed to rise   Thought it came in the night and left with her eyes   And I wish that her face would return once again   Just one day to remind me of saturday's gain.      As I sit in her city in fog and in steam   Everything's blurred, for blurred is my dream   So I'll leave for my terrace and tea laced with rum   And wait for the day when joey will come.      And come all the dreams that never did try   To live on a memory or float on a sigh   Together we'll sit in the saturday rain   And dream of joey or mary jane.