Night, there's a lantern in your window If we could come in closer, we would see you in your housecoat What a sight, grains of sawdust mist the air Like your kitchen is a movie set and you're the heroine in there In your place, a renaissance collage Next to the plastic lobsters, a reverent homage Then, you might write another bashful letter To a Russian ballerina all the way in New York City It's Saturday Night on Utopia Parkway Pray that you might Make us something we'll love to love ♪ Tonight, my dear, Mary Baker Eddy I pray for Brother Robert and those boots of lead again Despite all I know, I can't contain I'll gather all the parts I need and hope they will remain White, wash over me until Pure Varathane runs through my veins and I'll, at last, be still Right when the arrow leaves the bow It erases all uncertainty and love I'll never know Saturday Night on Utopia Parkway Pray that I might Make us something you'll love to love Saturday Night on Utopia Parkway Pray that I might Make you something you'll love to love