Steve Earle - Saturday Night & Sunday Morning Lyrics
(david olney version - from eye of the storm)If I was saturday nightAnd you were sunday morningFor a fleeting moment we could touch at midnightAnd in that moment, could you really know me?But I am looking cross the riverLonging to be nearThe water is too wide, I can not reach youIm as close as I can ever hope to beAnd if I was winter dyingAnd you the virgin springGladly to your warmth I would surrenderTo melt the snows and set the rivers freeBut I am standing on the mountainLonging to be nearHeaven is too high, I can not reach youIm as close as I can ever hope to beAnd if you were the water that he turned into wineAnd you could satisfy a drunkards thirstWell, Id surely drink until I could not seeBut I am lost in the devils stormLonging to be nearThe wind, it blows too hard, I can not reach youIm as close as I can ever hope to beAnd if I was saturday nightAnd you were sunday morningFor a fleeting moment we could touch at midnightAnd in that moment, could you really know me?