Betchadupa Weekend Lyrics

Weekend Lyrics

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



Home for the weekend

I'll
thank you for that