Happy saturday

I get shattered every time you leave and I'm left spinning all around. Happy Saturday - what's it matter if I'm all alone since you're not here to drag me down. When I'm left here to my own devices I struggle to get to my feet. I'm tired of all the surprises:
All roads lead to tragedy. Happy Saturday - oh no can it be that finally you've gone away for good this time. Happy Saturday - at the count of three let go at last and let me have some peace of mind.

It's all become very confusing I'm trying to sort it all out. One thing that's clear is you're losing - is that what you're on about?
In the Garden of Eden baby, don't you know that I'm changing all the locks. One is happy and two's a crowd. You don't know when opportunity might knock and rock your world in unimagined ways.
I'm off the clock saluting those about to rock. It's not a lot but it ain't noise pollution baby. Now if you're finished confessing you can just turn it around. I'm silently counting my blessings. I think you know your way out.