Last Saturday afternoon
She and me could not agree
We got mad and both decided
To lock the door, throw away the key
I drove off to Santa Barbara
She kept on at acting school
Driving in my yellow sports car
I would never play the fool

Made it to the other freeway
And stopped to get some gasoline
I had not been so downhearted
Not since I was seventeen
I found the men's room after looking
Around the corner of the place
Over letters M-E-N
The note was pinned up to my face
It said:

I still love you
I wish there was some way to show you
I'm thinking of you
And I can't pretend that I don't know you

I still love you
I wish there was some way to show you
I'm thinking of you
And I can't pretend that I don't know you
Last Saturday afternoon
She and me could not agree
We got mad and both decided
To lock the door, throw away the key
I drove off to cold Rhode Island
She kept living on her own
I was dreaming at the stoplight
I talked on the telephone
I said:

I still love you
I wish there was some way to show you
I'm thinking of you
And I can't pretend that I don't know you