Weekend Lyrics - Singles - Betchadupa

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 is 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 for 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 timeto hear your footstep 

So please get home for the weekend 

Thank you for that