Saturday Morning by Tomer Krail

Tomer Krail - Guitar, Double Bass, Vocals
Robin Porter - Keys
Josh Miles - Studio Engineer
Ed West - Mixologist

Photo credit - Carys Bulmer

Saturday Morning and the sun pierces my eyes
Wakes the body up while the mind's still asking why
I've got to get up now and leave this quiet place
Walk down the stairs with dread, pour water on my face

Cos I know
It's just another day

Saturday morning and I'm trying to catch a break
Standing on the platform witht the cronies and the rakes
Looking down at my shoes I realise I'm late
A little fear and trepidation's all it takes to make me sweat

It hasn't happened yet

Saturday morning as I start to hit my stride
Sitting at the desk with some heidegger on my side
These steel grey faces are the thing I cannot stand
But right now I'm in no position to make demands

And yet I know
It won't be very long

Saturday evening and I'm staring at the remains
With no conception of whether I'm the one to blame
Perhaps this time I might have really gone insane
Oh well I suppose It might help take away some pain

And yet I know
It starts again tomorrow.