Caught
Saturday Looks Good To Me Lyrics


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Some things are meant to be
Smokestacks stick up out of factories
Like graves in the cemetery
Everything seems slow to me
But I know it all eventually gets up to speed
Call in sick today
And drive your car across the things we used to say
Misplace the secret words we used to hide away
Don't sleep in the abandoned lot
You never know which doors still have locks
Don't get caught
I almost forgot the ways that we'd get lost




The ways that we'd get stopped
The way that we got caught

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Saturday Looks Good To Me's song "Caught in 2-3" seem to express a sense of nostalgia and longing for a time that has passed. The allusion to smokestacks sticking out of factories like graves in a cemetery suggests a sense of loss or mourning for a time when things were simpler, and the pace of life was slower. However, the singer acknowledges that eventually everything catches up to speed, indicating that perhaps this time was not sustainable or desirable in the long term.


The chorus then urges the listener to "call in sick today" and revisit the things that were once meaningful to them. The reference to "secret words we used to hide away" suggests a time when the singer was closer to someone else, and there was a sense of intimacy and shared understanding. However, the cautionary advice to "not sleep in the abandoned lot" and "not get caught" hints that this time was not entirely innocent or free of danger.


The final lines of the song, "I almost forgot the ways that we'd get lost / The ways that we'd get stopped / The way that we got caught," seem to refer to the sense of adventure and possibility that this time represented, while also acknowledging the risks and consequences that came with it. Overall, the lyrics of "Caught in 2-3" suggest a wistful yearning for a time that has passed, while also recognizing the complexities and challenges that came with it.


Line by Line Meaning

Some things are meant to be
Certain things are predestined to happen


Smokestacks stick up out of factories
Smokestacks protrude from industrial buildings


Like graves in the cemetery
They are as conspicuous as tombstones in a graveyard


Everything seems slow to me
I feel like time is passing sluggishly


But I know it all eventually gets up to speed
However, I'm aware that things will pick up eventually


Call in sick today
Take the day off work, pretending to be ill


And drive your car across the things we used to say
Reminisce about our past conversations while driving


Misplace the secret words we used to hide away
Lose track of the coded language we used to conceal from others


Don't sleep in the abandoned lot
Avoid staying in the vacant property at all costs


You never know which doors still have locks
You may not be aware of which entrances are still secured


Don't get caught
Don't be apprehended by authorities


I almost forgot the ways that we'd get lost
I nearly forgot how we used to become disoriented


The ways that we'd get stopped
How we were often interrupted or obstructed


The way that we got caught
And how we were eventually apprehended




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