I see you standing there
Out in the front yard
Jacket in your arms
Your eyes are red and worn
And your patience
Is wearing, danger thin
At work your struggling
Boss at it again
It's been a hell of a week
And I'm in the mood to not think with you
Talk for hours 'bout nothing
And drink more than we should take in
And lose our heads
Just let me know
Tell me do you think
You could have been more
Than what you are now?
Tell me, are you proud?
For the weeks are long and weekends short lately
So come and save me
I'll be waiting
It's been a hell of a week
And I'm in the mood to not think with you
Talk for hours 'bout nothing
And drink more than we should take in
And lose our heads
Cause tomorrow's bringing nothing new
This can't be enough for you and me
So come around this afternoon
Waiting by the avenue, I'll be
I wanna lose...
