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Released: 2008 Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings V
1 1492
2 Hanging Tree
3 Los Angeles
4 Sundays
5 Insignificant
6 Cowboys
7 Washington Square
8 On Almost Any Sunday Morning
9 When I Dream of Michaelangelo
10 Anyone But You
11 You Can't Count on Me
12 Le Ballet d'Or
13 On a Tuesday in Amsterdam Long Ago
14 Come Around
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Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings - (2008)



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Cowboys on the road tonight
Crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand
And some promises to keep
Who wanted to change the world
What's as easy as murder?
It's all headlights and vapour trails
And Circle K killers

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now

So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now

This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingertips slid down your neck
And made you shiver
I'm just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, oh

The President's in bed tonight
But he can't get to sleep
'Cuz all the cowboys on the radio are killers
And I believe she loves you
'Cuz you never make her feel like anything
She said, I wouldn't feel a thing
But I can feel, I can feel...

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the arms of anyone
But you now, now, now, now

So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now

This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I am not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingers are unzipping your dress
And it makes you shiver
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, no

Everyone's in bed tonight
But nobody can sleep
'Cuz all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting
But it's as if she isn't talking
'Cuz Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding
On the front row while she's speaking

I said, come on all you cowboys
All you blue-eyed baby boys
Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer
I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory
And Sunday comes to gather me
Into the arms of God who welcome me
Because I believe, oh I believe

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now

So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now

This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing you look at me
So please, won't you look at me?
'Cuz I'm not seeing you look at me
Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me
Or I am not anything
Oh, anything
No no no no
No no no no
No, no

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