Stumble in, 3 am, take off all our clothes
Slow it down, let her lead me to the corridor
Morning breaks in through my window, hits me in the eye
Porcelain, naked lady, sleeping by my side

Lazy Saturday
What a lazy lazy way
To recover from Friday night
Oh, I’ve never been so far from turning water into wine

City life like most things looks better on a screen
Garbage lines the sides in this sea of machines

And the horns never stop their honking
And like a boring Sunday sermon
So I stay in bed and dream
Of a choir of sirens singing me to sleep on a

Lazy Saturday
What a lazy lazy way
To recover from Friday night
Oh I’ve never been so far from turning water into wine
Oh I’ve never been so far from turning water into wine
Oh I’ve never been so far from turning water into wine

Words And Music By Casey Shea.  All Rights Reserved.