looking for the heart of Saturday night

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jingling
And you see the lights,

you get all tingling cause you're cruising with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face, trying to wipe out every trace
All the other days in the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reaching your peak
And the barmaid is smiling from the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreaming' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumbling
Stumbling' onto the heart of Saturday night
Lyrics by Tom Waits.

As i was getting ready to go out for drinks i got to thinking about the heart of the Saturday night. It seems to me that it will be floating about in bars, night-clubs and restaurants, cinemas, house partys and small get-togethers. In cars where the radio is playing, in smiles, desperate glances and soft tender touches. Even beneath the city lights where two hearts beat in a bedroom locked. And music will be around too, until the early hours of the morning.