Saturday night, just you and me,
Sit on the porch, look at the street.
Ask how you are, you say "Just fine"
Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?
Are we happy?....Are we?
A summer in Kalamazoo.
I wonder how they are in Ann Arbor,
I think I am happy. Are you?
What can I do to amuse you, my dear?
Would you rather be in Chicago than here?
Do you wish you were with someone other than me
Who could give you a life of luxury?
Are we happy? Happy?
A summer in Kalamazoo.
They're all dancing up in East Lansing?
I think I am happy. Are you?
I want to marry you, though I don't know
What you would think if I said so.
I sit here, quiet and very polite
But maybe that's not what is needed tonight.
INST CHORUS
How to escape from the midwestern mind?
Is there a paradise we two can find?
Are we a pair of romantics down deep
About to take flight? Or are you asleep?
Are we happy? Happy.
Under a sky of blue
We're here on the hand of Michigan
It's summer in Kalamazoo.
© Garrison Keillor 2003