Scratch the itch
Until we get it right
Twice the less knowing
And Friday night leaves too soon
Twice the less knowing
Bow your head, make a fist
Twice the less knowing
And Saturday begins to bloom
Twice the less knowing
And if I could choose
And if I could choose
And if I could choose
Saturday afternoon, with Jane
Red robin meets us at the kerb
And twice the less knowing
Clouds roll in and out again
Twice the less knowing
And in the midst of all of this
In the ebb and flow
If I could choose
If I could choose
If I could choose
Saturday afternoon with Jane
Saturday afternoon with Jane
Saturday afternoon with Jane
With Jane
With Jane