I would swim across the ocean
I would lay down on a bed of nails
But I'll spare you all the bullshit
I will spare you all the desperate details
Saturday I'm on that plane
I'm flying home to you
And when our time is lonely and you [A7know
When our time is hard to [C7]be [Am]away
And I'm playing my [A]guitar in some basement club
A thousand [Bm]miles away
Saturday I'm on [C7]that stage
I'm feeling down and [Bm]blue
Saturday I'm on [C7]that plane
I'm flying home to [C7]you
Ooh, hell yeah
I'll be [Am]home soon
Hell yeah
I'll be [Am]home soon
I will tɾeasure every moment
I will lay down on [C7]the couch and [Bm]watch TV
And when you're done with work
And I will take you [A7to [C7]see a matinee
Saturday I'm on [C7]that stage
I'm feeling down and [Bm]blue
Saturday I'm on [C7]that plane
I'm flying home to [C7]you
To you
Ooh, hell yeah
I'll be [Am]home soon
Hell yeah
I'll be [Am]home soon
Hell yeah
I'll be [Am]home soon
Hell yeah
I'll be [Am]home soon
