Feeling All The Saturday

I've been walking all over the place
Now I'm walking back again
I've been smiling all over my face
I wonder where the hell I've been?

Won't you take me by the hand, divided by my brain
I'm feeling all the Saturday of failing to explain

And I've been walking up into the air
Following my aeroplane
One of these days we're gonna land somewhere
I do believe you're all insane
And I've brought home a piece of cloud to stick it in a jar
And stuff it on the mantelpiece to tell me just how far

And mum's just bought herself a leaning-post
It's made of words and pages
It says God gives us all our daily toast
But dad still earns the wages
And I've just bought a jigsaw puzz
It's made of cotton wool
And when I've undone every piece
The truth will fill my skull

And I've got a brother and he's one year old
He wears a zappy little nappy
He squeezes the content through the cot rails
What a very crappy little chappy
And lately I can even rest my toes on the horizon
I think my hands are just the job to rest my nothingness on