Saturday Night And Sunday Morning - Steve Earle

(david olney version - from eye of the storm)
If i was saturday night
And you were sunday morning
For a fleeting moment we could touch at midnight
And in that moment, could you really know me?
But i am looking ??cross the river
Longing to be near
The water is too wide, i can not reach you
I'm as close as i can ever hope to be

And if i was winter dying
And you the virgin spring
Gladly to your warmth i would surrender
To melt the snows and set the rivers free
But i am standing on the mountain
Longing to be near
Heaven is too high, i can not reach you
I'm as close as i can ever hope to be

And if you were the water that he turned into wine
And you could satisfy a drunkard's thirst
Well, i'd surely drink until i could not see
But i am lost in the devil's storm
Longing to be near
The wind, it blows too hard, i can not reach you
I'm as close as i can ever hope to be

And if i was saturday night
And you were sunday morning
For a fleeting moment we could touch at midnight
And in that moment, could you really know me?


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