No More Saturday Night

They say you made the best of Friday night All right, all right Fell down in the street in a pleasant pile Go light, go light Neon rain reflecting in the all-accepting gutter You called out for help but all that came out was a stutter Tonight someone will put you in the cab Is it so bad? Yes, it's so bad I wish I could get those years back I wish I could train my lost track Not trying to sell some life hack, but I don't want no more Saturday night Saturday night I used to feel the magic in my fingers and my bones But now that potion puts me out and makes me feel alone Good times floated by just like a red balloon in breeze Leaving all your money just for foggy memories The closing of an aperture The waning of the moon Wishing for a good feeling that didn't call your doom From the glitter-skinned fog machine tomb Your skeleton fits in every room I wish I could get those years back I wish I could train my lost track Not trying to sell some life hack but I don't want no more Saturday night Saturday night Saturday