"the soldiers fill the hotels on the weekends"

there is something empty about this sunny saturday…i am listening to whiskeytown and feeling like that anything can happen…anything can happen in the emptiness…anything can happen at any time…and i am about to cry…thinking of every sunny saturday that ever was…for me there have been many, for many there have been few…had a good night with old friends, and have a belly full of strong coffee and diner food…life is worth living today, although nothing is different and nothing has changed…i would like to sob rivers of tears, that pour out like the grand glaciers, melting upstream from jersey…i miss you all today, i miss the sunny saturday afternoon that i have before me…