Saturday Night On Utopia Parkway

Night. There's a lantern in your window
If we could come in closer we would see you in your housecoat
What a sight
Grains of sawdust mist the air
Like your kitchen is a movie set and you're the heroine in there

In your place
A renaissance collage
Next to the plastic lobsters
A reverent homage
Then you might
Write another bashful letter
To a Russian ballerina
All the way in New York City

It's Saturday Night
On Utopia Parkway
I pray that you might
Think of something you'll love to love

Tonight
My dear Mary Baker Eddy
I pray for Brother Robert
And those boots of lead again

Despite all I know I can't contain
I'll gather all the parts I need and hope that we remain

Whitewash over me until
Pure Varathane runs through my veins
And I'll at last be still

Right when the arrow leaves the bow
It erases all uncertainty and love I'll never know

It's Saturday Night
On Utopia Parkway
I pray that I might
Make you something you'll love to love