Saturday Morning

Down at the corner store, perfect day, wouldn't change anything
Not really needing for nothing
Too young to know about want and injury
Innocent then
Mostly all gone
Honest enough to keep moving along
With perceptions of love, loss, and release
Waiting my turn to be chopped at the knees
Down at the corner store, perfect day, wouldn't change anything

Common as anything is
Kept in the kindness of friends
Felicity
Never been far from my mind
Saw me through many dark times
Remedy

Our timeline appears to be broken
Through years of subtle fore-tokens
The saints are no longer able
The timeline is no longer stable

Common as anything is
Kept in the kindness of friends
Felicity
Never too far from my mind
Saw me through many dark times
Remedy
Your burdens no bother to me
It's fine if the best that you bring just brings me down

Our timeline appears to be broken
Years of subtle fore-tokens
The saints are no longer able
The timeline is no longer stable



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Peterson
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