When joey first came the light seemed to rise Thought it came in the night and left with her eyes And I wish that her face would return once again Just one day to remind me of saturday's gain.
As I sit in her city in fog and in steam Everything's blurred, for blurred is my dream So I'll leave for my terrace and tea laced with rum And wait for the day when joey will come.
And come all the dreams that never did try To live on a memory or float on a sigh Together we'll sit in the saturday rain And dream of joey or mary jane.
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