Not the Band, RJ Singfield - After Saturday Night Lyrics

I've flown down lonesome highways enclosed by chrome and steel
With one hand on a woman and the other on the wheel
I've sat alone at midnight with cigarettes and booze
And learned so many lessons my mind is battered and bruised

I don't claim to be a seer
Or the wisest man of all
I never said I know the answers
To what makes a woman fall
I've never been a prophet
Or a guru in disguise
But today I know the answers of
What comes
After Saturday night

I've been rolling with the punches for most of my life
No matter what was thrown at me I just smiled, smiled, smiled
There might have been some heartaches; even more than a few
But any day, come what may, I knew that I'd pull through

I don't claim to be a seer
Or the wisest man of all
I never said I know the answers
To what makes a woman fall
I've never been a prophet
Or a guru in disguise
But today I know the answers of
What comes
After Saturday night

When you wake up on a Sunday
With the sun in your eyes
And Saturday has run away
With the fun and the lies
You've got to face reality
The tears and the smiles
The clouds and silver linings
Dire straits and extra miles

I don't claim to be a seer
Or the wisest man of all
I never said I know the answers
To what makes a woman fall
I've never been a prophet
Or a guru in disguise
But today I know the answers of
What comes
After Saturday night