Saturday Night at the World

It's a Saturday's night at the world

I am thinking it over then

And how useless to search it becomes

When you seek all the answers in one

But his voice seemed to answer the echoing silence

From yesterday's asking

And waiting, and listening

For something resembling

A song to be sung back to me

It's a Saturday's night at the world

I am thinking it over then

And how useless to search it becomes

When you seek all the answers in one

But his eyes seemed quicksilver

Reflecting the prisms I kindled

Uneclipsed by the darkness of loving's mirages

That swindle the heart

With the shadow of me

And his love seemed to offer a solution

From endless beginnings

And so I went spinning onto him

To love him, but found him one answer

For loving and losing the same

It's a Saturday's night at the world

I am thinking it over then

And how useless to search it becomes

When you seek all the answers in one

• Artist:Patricia Cahill
• Album:Warm and Tender