Saturday Blues

Two unanswered questions begin Forrest Frank's "Saturday Blues": "Is there anyone out there? / Is there anyone?" Everything after reads like the answer to a lonely weekend. The narrator is "not near you," has stared too long at the same view, and suspects he has "lost my clue."

A brief turn toward self-help follows ("Maybe I / Should go find / Something better to do with my time"), but trying to rewind goes nowhere. What he lands on is stubborn honesty: "It's a mess, but, at least it's mine." From there the refrain simply repeats "I've got Saturday Blues," with no neat resolution.

The lyrics never name God, yet the opening cry and the sense of distance echo the psalmist's question in Psalm 139:7 about where anyone can go to be apart from God's presence, and Psalm 42:5 asks the downcast soul why it is so troubled and tells it to hope in God.