Me and Jiggs staring at the ceiling the stars above the radar range   Song from a station wagon laying foundations on the shadows of overpassing planes   I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock we're gonna drive across the county line   And find Saturday night like an orphan child that the good days left behind      And I'm not sure we can make it stay   Sun's going down and its the end of the day      Me and my friends in the park drinking beer underneath the tree   Lying on your back as the sun goes down, you know it's perfect cause you've got to leave   On a Saturday night in a town like this I forget all my songs about trains   A bar with a jukebox and you on my arm heaven and earth are pretty much the same      And I'm not sure i can make you stay   Sun's going down and its the end of the day      Later on sitting on the roof talking like the night could last all night   Like we are all half crazy and all at least half alright   Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt play guitar to burn off the hours   Till we climb the fences at the edge of town and paint our names on the water towers      And I'm not sure we can make them stay   Sun's going down at the end of the day