End Of The Week Lyrics - Merchandise

At a fork in the road Given one more chance 

On the cusp of love and circumstance 

When you're standing still 

Does it make sense 

To stay here and wait for someone else 

If it's out of my sight 

She's out of my mind 

And I'll bet your guess is as good as mine 

It's the end of the week 

I can hear it drone 

Oh it starts again alone 

Your friend was calling me again 

Another week 

Like an empty street 

Against the world I won't compete 

Summer is gone 

Turned into Fall 

But home's the coldest place of all 

If there's somebody there 

Show me a sign 

Cause it seems the world has gone and died 

It's the end of the week 

And love is free 

But it's all the same to me 

Your friend was calling me again