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
I always thought i knew you well
But then again you always looked like someone else
I kind of kept it to myself
And i was waiting in the parking lot for you
It seemed like every day was right
No broken bottle tops could keep out all that light
And in the middle of the night
I didn't care if it was right
And i was sitting in the parking lot with you
Come find me whenever you want
You know you don't have to ask
When the summer gives up its secrets
I'll be lying in the grass
You didn't tell me you were gone
I just assumed i'd understand it later on
And i kept waving in the parking lot for you
Come find me whenever you want
You know you don't have to ask
When the summer gives up its secrets
I'll be lying in the grass
Parking Lot Blues was written by Fred Thomas.
Parking Lot Blues was produced by Fred Thomas.