How many times did you wander
Right through the night
Just to find you have to face the dawn alone
How many tears did you cry
On your nocturnal roam
Now the dance floor is deserted
And the late-night jokers have all gone home
Still here I am, struggling to find
The soul of Saturday night
How many streetlights were
The witness of your loneliness
Watched you step by step toward sunrise
How many stray cats did you see
With longing in their eyes
Now the floor show is finished
And the pretty angels have let go their sighs
Still here I am, looking hard for
The soul of Saturday night
How many songs did you sing
On your midnight shift
Before you found they've been sung out of tune
How many thoughts crossed your mind
While sipping champagne and wine
Now the bandstand is empty
And my expectations out for hire
So here I am, rocking hard for
The soul of Saturday night
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