Saturday morning and I'm still lying in bed,
No less than a million things running through my head, and so I
Gotta get up, I gotta get out on the road,
Working the weekend's sure making me feel old, I should be
Sitting out on the front porch just watching the day go by instead of,
Dreaming about it, every minute that I drive, wishin' I had
chorus:
Nothin' to do, and all day to do it,
No expectations just wasting time away, with
Nothin' to do, and all day to do it,
I'd have a smile on my face and no particular place to go if I had,
Nothin' to do, and all day to do it,
Traffic's backed up and I'm running late again,
Going nowhere fast and my patience running thin and then I,
Look to my left and what do you think I see,
A gray haired man with his window down just chillin' out in the breeze,
And he's teaching me a lesson without saying a word, that kind of
Saturday is the kind that I deserve, 'cause he's got
chorus:
bridge:
I think I'll pick up the phone, what am I waiting on
I'm gonna call my boss and let him know I'm not gonna make it in,
There's an exit 'bout a half a mile ahead, I think I'll
Turn around, head back home and stretch out on the couch,
There's nothin' to worry about...when you've got
New York duo showcase an enigmatic blend of math rock guitars, pop-punk sing-a-longs, emo confessionals, and even rave-ready synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023
