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?
'Til 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, now

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