I always looked forward to Saturday nights,
We would dress up in happy clothes and meet down the road,
My heart beat fast when I thought of Saturday nights,
So many smiles and stories waiting to be told.

I always felt such enjoyment on Saturday nights,
The pub would be packed full and drink would quickly flow,
My friends would laugh and throw around sarcastic remarks,
I loves Saturday nights those years ago.

Now my Saturday nights are full and heavy,
I sit and fiddle with the television control,
I miss those long exciting Saturdays at the pub,
Now I spent the night sat bored and alone.

I remeber the final Saturday night I went to the pub,
The smoke filled my lungs as I walked in the door,
My friends sat grouped up, grasping at their chests,
There were gunmen in the pub, they werent there before.

I hadn't left the house once since I got home from the pub,
My weekend excitement and giddiness had died,
I wish so much for those days to return to me,
But Saturday night at the pub was now just inside.