Bright Eyes A Few Minutes On Friday Lyrics

A Few Minutes On Friday Lyrics

she kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day 

and i wait until the weekend comes 

so i can clear this uselessness from my brain 

i count the days until she arrives 

those precious minutes when she is mine 

as we walk from my front door to her car 

we are so close and alone 

but that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth 

of others company 

there is too much company 

i hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars 

if i could just speak the words to tell her 

exactly how i feel 

i count the ways that i might say it 

but i know that none of them will work because 

she won't feel the same 

i've come this far 

but i can't go through with it because the truth would hurt 

too much 

this hurts too much 

she goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine 

and i will stay here in these dead plains 

and try to make a seed grow 

and i would pray for rain 

if i thought that that would help