6:45

Well it's awhite moon in December skies
the cold air makes it inside
and these street lamps they leave no suprise
but help me get deep into your eyes

There's something about the way you disappear
6:45 on a Saturday
and everytime that train takes you away
I go blind until the next time you stay

missed the bus another time
keeping you away some kinda a game
he came and left a note in my hands
I wonder, does this man feel the same?
Can he feel the same way?

something about the way you never came
6:45 on a Saturday
and this time you say the train just never came
so I'll wait until the next time you stay

well these blue eyes, dark nights, take me away
i feel so alone inside your arms
weekdays, weak knees leave me tired
and you're gone until the next time....

March or April I always forget
doesn't matter spring will never come
sat alone in a subway again
just want to go back home

something about the way we ended here
6:45 on a Saturday
this train takes me deeper underground
and I'm alone and you can't call and say

blue eyes, and these dark nights, take me away
i feel so alone inside your arms
cuz these weekdays, and these weak knees leave me tired
and you're gone until the next time....