First Saturday night was a lonely one
My heart rate slowed and died on a ***** sofa in a ***** basement
There was a hole in the ceiling
Through it I could see the hope and anticipiation of my first Saturday spirit vanishing
The man in plaid brought the house down
To an uncomfortable, stricken silence
And the girl who sang Smile cried
By the end of it all I was sad
An open mic is a dangerous thing, he said
I did not speak a single word
Walking down and out I felt like the world had failed
Or maybe what I got was all I deserved
What good am I, anyway?
There was a throbbing in my head so I swayed
From the pavement to the doors
I fell in love with the boy at Dunkin' Donuts
He said he liked my hair
And told me to get a second donut
Because it would be cheaper
His Saturday spirit behind a counter
Offered me a smile and some kindness
And now I'm staring down two donuts
On my first Saturday night
Feeling a little better
About the world I deserve