Book of Saturday (alternate take) - King Crimson

If I only could deceive you forgetting the game

Every time I try to leave you, you laugh just the same

'Cause my wheels never touch the road and the jumble of lies we told

Just returns to my back to weigh me down

We lay cards upon the table, the backs of our hands

And I swear I like your people, the boys in the band

Reminiscences gone astray, coming back to enjoy the fray

In a tangle of night and daylight sounds

All completeness in the morning asleep on your side

I'll be waking up the crewmen, banana boat ride

She responds like a limousine, brought alive on the silent screen

To the shuddering breath of yesterday

There's the succor of the needy, incredible scenes

I'll believe you in the future, your life and death dreams

As the cavalry of despair takes a stand in the lady's hair

For the favor of making sweet sixteen

You make my life and times a book of bluesy Saturdays

And I have to chose