Lyric Joey in mind

When Joey first came the light seemed to rise
Thought it came in the night and left with her eyes
And I wish that her face would return once again
Just one day to remind me of Saturday s gain.

As I sit in her city in fog and in steam
Everything s blurred, for blurred is my dream
So I ll leave for my terrace and tea laced with rum
And wait for the day when Joey will come.

And come all the dreams that never did try
To live on a memory or float on a sigh
Together we ll sit in the Saturday rain
And dream of Joey or Mary Jane.