If you're kind for dusty highways and such   Be alright to look her up   The faded priestess of the highways and crutch   Calling when you’re down on luck   By the disused railroad road station you go   To the house of dirty pearl   Her existential situation you know   She is not like other girls      She may ask you, “Do you believe?”   You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave      See the sapphire in the skylines so blue   See the diamond in the dirt   When you think the subject won’t turn to you   She got demons up her skirt   It isn’t sure of her reflection at all   Is seduced by all things past   A pleasure-seeker of dejection   Gazing into her looking glass      She may ask you what you believe   But the mirror doesn’t see me      Saturday's gone, saturday's gone   Saturday's gone, saturday's gone      She may ask you, “Do you believe?”   You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave      Saturday's gone, saturday's gone   Saturday's gone, saturday's gone      Now a sundown comes, a new day for her   Tired of dress and leave the ground   You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up   Why go up when you go down?   If you should tire of ties that bind you   Filmed on fever leaves so fast   You got trouble far behind you   Well knows nothing's made to last      Hear how God sees a lion roar   Watch the serpent crossing the floor      Saturday's gone, saturday's gone...