I Love The Weekend

when the time comes 

to let you all in

i won't need saxophones

i won't need violins

to plot the mood

to play me out

y'all know just what I'm talking about



and when the time comes

you'll all gather 'round

and i'll be so happy

i'll be rockin' to and fro

on the lip of a well

telling all my stories



like at the end

with no children, no partner and no friends

oh i can still

hear the sounds from the schoolyard 'round the bend



and i love the weekend

and i love the creakin'

this house makes when it buckles

when a hailstorm breaks i say, "uncle"

that's why i'm a believer



well thank you

for making it known

that my life's work

means nothing to no one

and so it goes so i'm walking home

with a lighter step than ever



like at the end

i realize how much easier this would have been

oh, if i cared



and i love the weekend

and i love the creakin'

this house makes when it buckles

when a hailstorm breaks i say, "uncle"

that's why i'm a believer