She's tired for the night and I'm about to park the car She's a little bit older She's a little bit older than me And as I switch off the light, the interior light I can see she's got her work shirt stained and her heart broken "Is your heart broken?" "Is your heart broken?" We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night And we can follow the steps of my radio We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night And we can follow the steps of my radio But she's gone... Mama, mama, mama, mama tell me what's better than a silent dance Mama, mama, mama, mama tell me what's better than a silent dance at 3 am And though it sounds a little strange I start to tell her About a long gone love of mine A long gone love of mine She helps with a smile As we walk all night in the dark And she sings the second verse from my favorite Leonard Cohen song And now where can you be? We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night And we can follow the steps of my radio We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night And we can follow the steps of my radio But she's gone...