If Saturday, ooh if Saturday ever comes
Where will I be, this time next week?
Oh, if Saturday ever comes?

Nurses pull the screens
And then unplug machines
At the bed where your brother lies
Where your brother lies
Where your brother lies

Oh, if Saturday
Oh, if Saturday ever comes
Where will I be?
Winter branches high
Ah, watery sky
And
Here am I

There's a casket draped red
White and blue
Let this procession be a lesson for you
There's a passing bell
Tolling the knell

And an urn awaiting your turn
There's a boneyard stuffed to overflow
Rest assured!
They'll always find room for you

For you
For you