Saturday is here and you're not, anywhere to be foundnYou're not under my bed, you're not at my window sillnI tried your callnI tried to chase younBut you, you're gonenYou're not lost in the wind, you're not under my shoesnNo one around here has seen you in a whilenWhere have you gone girl?nWon't you please make a call or at least leave a note, the next time you decide to leave this home?nCause you see home is where the heart is but without you it's heartlessnSticks, stones and hand me down clothesnCollections of songs in the middle of a roadnAnd a record you threw awaynSunsets on Sundays and old home moviesnGrass stains on your jeans you wear twice a weeknDivided by the minus sign you stole from a thrift store on the corner of the road up the streetnWon't you grab a fine photograph or paper adnHold it up slightly and tell me what you seenSorry, but it's nothing more than paper and inknSee what I'm trying to say is I can't keep a memory on a 4 x 6 rectangle cut by a machinenNo it's just not as good as you and menHolding handsnWatching movie screensnWatering plastic plantsnMaking paper mache hearts to tape to your bare wallsnSinging loud, because we cannLearning different languagesnPlanning trips to france that will never happennWhere have you gone girl?nI was just wondering, more like hoping I suppose that maybe you could save me from myself without younnIt's not prettynThe days are too longnThe nights are uglynThe stars are gonenThe sky's cried for 15 days straight, so have InWe miss you a lot, to say the leastnCome back to menWon't you come back to me?nI'll make you a cake and assorted chocolates from a box that I bought at a store up the roadnYou're kinda like sign languagenUseless if I can't see you all the timenWithout you I'm blindnI'm blind, without you, you seenSticks, stones and hand me down clothesnCollections of songs in the middle of a roadnAnd a record you threw awaynSunsets on Sundays and old home moviesnGrass stains on your jeans you wear twice a weeknDivided by the minus sign you stole from a thrift store on the corner of the road up the streetnYou see home is where the heart is but without you it's heartlessnYou see home is where the heart is but without you it's heartless