Weekend 歌詞

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 I'm sure you get the picture Seems like there'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 She's gonna make it home for the weekend Thank you for that And if I'm tired when you get there I'll blame you for that 'Cos I've been waiting such a long time To hear your footstep So please get home for the weekend Thank you for that 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 I'm tired when you get there I'll blame you for that 'Cos I'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