10:15 Saturday Night - An interpretation

-By David Green

10:15 Saturday Night And the tap drips under the strip light And I'm sitting in the kitchen sink And the tap drips drip drip drip drip drip drip drip... Waiting for the telephone to ring And I'm wondering where she's been And I'm crying for yesterday And the tap drips drip drip drip drip drip drip drip... It's always the same...

The night is young...anything can happen! Hmm...not much action though. And his bum is wet. Shouldn't he be out and about or something? This could give someone a headache. ugh......... Special someone? Ah.  She probably left him.  Or isn't interested. But she was at some point.  Crying for yesterday, remembering a love of yonder days of youth. ugh........she'll never call....I always wait... It's always the same...