waiting on the weekend

I'm holding out

When I pass your house

I'm waiting on the weekend

I'm waiting on the weekend

I contemplate the words

To make you feel safe and sound

Waiting on the weekend

I'm waiting on the weekend

Will we ever meet again?

Will you be stood waiting, wait for your train

Tomorrow, waiting on the weekend

Are you waiting on the weekend?

Waiting on the weekend

I spend four days messin' 'round in my head

Could she be my lover or is this pretend?

Till then I'm waiting on the weekend

I'm waiting on the weekend

Waiting on the weekend

She always looks so tired, and I don't know why

And all I wanna do is ask

But I just walk by, by

So maybe on the weekend

Maybe we could speak then

I'm waiting on the weekend