All Her Saturdays - James Grant

Looking at the white dress on the bedroom door

Grace tries to tell herself once more

Just believe

Just believe

But she lost her faith with her virginity

She heard a train far out in the night

And she longed to be on it

Grieving for the neon lights

Of all her Saturdays to come

Mother said she felt the same

In the morning we’ll drink champagne

Now, let me see you smiling

You’re the mirror of my dreams

She heard a train far out in the night

And she longed to be on it

Grieving for the neon lights

Of all her Saturdays to come

On an unlit carriage

No-one else but her

i don’t care where I’m going

Jusy get me away from here.

The churchbells chime in the dawn

There go the sprinklers upon the lawns

And everything’s as it should be

Till mother screams,

«Where has she gone?»

She heard a train far out in the night

And she longed to be on it

Grieving for the neon lights

Of all her Saturdays to come