steve earle
saturday night and sunday morning
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?