Text: Alison Moyet. Blue.

Another northern sky
Another motorway parade
Another day like this
Whatever will be will be
And we will be in Shrews bury
(Do I have to go?)

Do I have to go?
Could I ever stay away and you never know?
Tonight our luck could change
And we'll be flying all the way
(Going all the way)

A late point and I'll be laughing
And Saturday won't seem so bleak with you
Blue

Ever a stepping stone
Someone's Mickey Mouse affair
We're so unfashionable
But I'm not with you for your stylish hair
Or the seaside air
(If we ever get there)

Tell me we've acquired a striker
(Stanley)
And a lucrative sponsorship came through will you
(On a free)
Blue

Can we not buy someone famous?
And pull a crowd we can't contain at all, all true
Blue

Maybe we'll never tread the grass
That grows around your feet
And you let us in for weighting tables
Like we live to feed and not to eat
(But we get a seat)

Three points and the livings easy
And every day's a Saturday with you
True blue Saturday