The Saturn Bar
My eyes are watching you, your eyes are watching me
But all the thoughts you’ve gathered, could never ever see
The memories lying, dying here inside of me
It was a cold hard wind that blew, through the frozen fields of corn
Where I would run and hide alone, from children's evil scorn
And the vision of it all, is like a bad dream ripped and torn
But not yet dead in my sharp and crystal mind
But that was many years ago, a sad and painful place in time
Tonight I’m here with Sarah, at the musty Saturn Bar
Her hand caressing slowly, across my shiny new guitar
Her tired eyes were closing, while I sang my favorite song
But not because of pleasure, but of her several drinks so strong
The expression that she wore, said she wants to hear no more
For her the music died, as my guitar so gently cried
I want no kiss goodbye, the passion in me died
I walked her to the door, while she stubbled ‘cross the floor
And in time she left my sight, on this cold and windy night
Now I play my sweet guitar, at the musty Saturn Bar
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