Saturday night, I'm still running wild
Still cleaning my wounds like an unloved child
In the end, I don't wanna die
I wasn't made for this life

Saturday night, I'm a broken bird
These terrible songs I know you've heard
Oh, in the end, I don't wanna fly
I wasn't made for the sky

All these years, oh, they're passing me by
Now I'm all out of time
I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me

Since that day that I tore off my wings
And I learned how to dive
I let gravity do what it does and correct me

All these years, yeah, they're passing me by
Now I'm all out of time
I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me

Since that day that I tore off my wings
And I learned how to dive
I let gravity do what it does and correct me
Correct me