Well it's awhite moon in December skies    the cold air makes it inside    and these street lamps they leave no suprise    but help me get deep into your eyes       There's something about the way you disappear    6:45 on a Saturday    and everytime that train takes you away    I go blind until the next time you stay       missed the bus another time    keeping you away some kinda a game    he came and left a note in my hands    I wonder, does this man feel the same?    Can he feel the same way?      something about the way you never came    6:45 on a Saturday    and this time you say the train just never came    so I'll wait until the next time you stay       well these blue eyes, dark nights, take me away    i feel so alone inside your arms    weekdays, weak knees leave me tired    and you're gone until the next time....       March or April I always forget    doesn't matter spring will never come    sat alone in a subway again    just want to go back home       something about the way we ended here    6:45 on a Saturday    this train takes me deeper underground    and I'm alone and you can't call and say       blue eyes, and these dark nights, take me away    i feel so alone inside your arms    cuz these weekdays, and these weak knees leave me tired    and you're gone until the next time....