New Saturday In the park, didn't think you fell that hard Woke up again Woke up and you wanted a new start Oh-oh New Saturday In the park, didn't think you fell that hard Oh, Adrian The silver maple never saw you coming Stay where you are State what you are Stay where you are And no one gets hurt You cut your hair Now you look like a little boy You climbed the stairs So high, you can't come down from there Said you wanted to get together, but you don't Said you wanted to get together, but you won't Say something, waste something Change your life Take something, break something Make your flight Say something, anything Mommy wants you to be a doctor So she can tell her friends you're like your father Oh, and if it's all for the sake of conversation Then maybe you should try a new vocation Oh-oh, saved by a waif and the weight of your wayfarers ♪ (Not to be confused with hippies in Toronto) You cut your hair (you cut your hair) Now you look like a little boy You climbed the stairs (you cut your hair) So high, you can't come down from there Said you wanted to get it together, but you don't (you cut your, you cut your hair) Said you wanted to get it together, but you won't (you cut your, you cut your hair) Saved by a waif and the weight of your wayfarers