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 place   A renaissance collage   Next to the plastic lobsters   A reverent homage.   Then you might   Write another bashful letter   To a Russian ballerina   All the way in New York City      It's Saturday Night   On Utopia Parkway   I pray that you might   Think of something you'll love to love   (to love to love to love)      Tonight   My dear Mary Baker Eddy   I pray for Brother Robert   And those boots of lead again.      Despite all I know I can't contain   I'll gather all the parts I need and hope that we remain.      Whitewash over me until   Pure Varathane runs through my veins   And 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 Night   on Utopia Parkway   I pray that I might   Make you something you'll love to love   (to love to love to love)