Weekend Lyrics

First light I walk into the kitchen
Dishes from the dinner last night

The silence grips me by the window
Waiting for the time to come
I wanted to hear the sound

By now Iâ??m sure you get the picture
Seems like thereâ??s some meaning inside

Four hours standing in the same room
Waiting for the time to pass
I wanted to hear the sound of the motorway

Sheâ??s gonna make it home for the weekend
Thank you for that
And if Iâ??m tired when you get there
Iâ??ll blame you for that
â??Cos Iâ??ve been waiting such a long time
To hear your footstep
So please get home for the weekend
Thank you for that

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I clean up mainly just to kill time
And to make the kitchen look nice

This waiting mixed with all this boredom
Makes me feel like I could die
Waiting to hear the sound of the front door

You better make it home for the weekend
Thank you for that
And if Iâ??m tired when you get there
Iâ??ll blame you for that
â??Cos Iâ??ve been waiting such a long time
To hear your footstep
So please get home for the weekend
Thank you for that

Oooh, home
Oooh, home

Oooh, home for the weekend
Thank you for that

First light I walk into the kitchen
Dishes from the dinner last night