Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Holding hands in parking lots
And all of your friends are there
Rumours move quicker than regular thoughts
All of your friends were here
Did you really walk all this way?
Just to hear them say
"We don't want to come out tonight
We don't want to come out tonight
But we will, oh we might"
Holding hands with astronauts
All of your friends are there
Own was written by Fred Thomas.