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
Pray that you might
Make us something we'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 they will remain

White, wash 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

Saturday Night on Utopia Parkway
Pray that I might
Make us something you'll love to love

Saturday Night on Utopia Parkway
Pray that I might
Make you something you'll love to love



Credits
Writer(s): John K. Samson
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