Letra de Saturday Night

Well, all our little sweethearts
On a Saturday night,
They've got their heads
On a surprise
To make us just fine.
And all the Queen Street cowboys
Out there, standing in line,
Just sticking out the mystery
Of a Saturday night.

Well, the cancer spreads so quickly,
It left me wondering why
I have a life that's for the living.
Why do I even try?
So I stretched from east to west
And said, "I'm doing just fine."
And I slipped into the shadows
Of a Saturday night.