I was born on a Saturday What about you? You know, I already know that you were too I woke up on a screened-in porch in a rainstorm I won't hold fast, you're waiting past I take no form A strong current will sweep you downstream It would be best not to resist The line you're hanging on is fraying You may as well loosen your grip When a stranger is living in your old house What does when you were born still say about you? It'd be best to jettison what you can't redo A strong current will sweep you downstream It would be best not to resist The line you're hanging on is fraying You may as well loosen your grip