Paroles: Josh Rouse. Nashville. Saturday.

I would swim across the ocean
I would lay down on a bed of nails
But I'll spare you all the bull shit
I will spare you all the desperate details

Saturday I'm on the plane
I'm flying home to you

And when our time is lonely
And when our time is hard to be away
I'm playing my guitar in some basement club
A thousand miles away, yeah yeah

Saturday I'm on the stage
I'm feeling dull and blue
Saturday I'm on that plane
I'm flying home to you

Oh yeah
Be home soon
Oh yeah
Be home soon

I will treasure every moment
I will lay down on the couch and watch TV
And when you're done with working
I will take you to see a matinee

Saturday I'm on that stage
I'm feeling dull and blue
Saturday I'm on that plane
I'm flying home to you
To you

Oh yeah
Be home soon, oh yeah
Be home soon, oh yeah
Be home soon, oh yeah