I'm holdin out
when I pass your house
I'm waiting on the weekend
I'm waiting on the weekendI contemplate the words
that make you feel safe and sound
waking on the weekend
I'm waking on the weekendwill we ever meet again
will you be stood waiting right for your train
tomorrow, waiting on the weekend
are you waiting on the weekend
waiting on the weekendI spend four days messing around in my head
could she be my lover, or is this pretend
till then, I'm
waiting on the weekend
I'm waiting on the weekend
waiting on the weekendshe always looks so
sad, and I don't know why
and all I wanna do is ask
but I just walk byso maybe on the weekend
maybe we could speak then
I'm waiting on the weekend
now