Lyrics:
once again
I think it's going to happen soon
Within the next four days
On the weekend
On the weekend
Although we are
Although we can
We won't be friends
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
Cap and a stem with the red wine
You ain't got friends so you're at mine
I hear you're in town for the weekend
I swear I'm not tryna get even
Turn me on, turn me off
Then you turn me back on by the weekend
And you won't say the words that I want
But you flirt when you're drinkin'
I see
all by the weekend
I'm tryna recover from the weekend
I went way too hard on a Sunday
(Next day) the mail fucked up so they bring it on a truck
It
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
weekends gonna be
Lookout weekend 'cause, here I come
Because weekends were, made for fun
By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat and I want
the candy melts away
Candyland Joe with his ass in a sling for this weekend
Next week he'll be available again for business
By then, oh...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
the girl's a drag, but it dont even phase me
get ready, its a wild weekend
tired waiting for the [?] for the weekend
it's getting harder as the days go by
Tell 'em it's gonna be a rock and roll weekend.
Rock and roll weekend, rock and roll.
Check your watch it's gettin time,
Flash by the mirror, make
fucked up twice, next time, shit
Ain't no next time, well I guess I got two strikes
You like, who like, baby true life
You right, you just with the work
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wonder
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
selling rocks
Patrolling with the deuce-five burning my socks
This weekend is your life, dying today
Next weekend is your wife, crying at your wake
Punk
one more time around,
Hoping that you might drop by,
The next time you pass through my town.
Your lows, your highs, I hang on your goodbyes,
Every
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
a ride
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame”
U.S. 1, headin' down U.S. 1
Lenny said how ‘bout lunch in Key Largo
There's a fish sandwich
You cannot dream yourself to notice
To feel pain and swallow fear
But can you stay up for the weekend
'Til next year?
God, I can't do this any
sleep inside
Lost summers of my youth
I spent them all with you
Take ways by withered creeks
Lizards sunning in the streets
Small kitten stretches
to reach my weekend girl
Ain't nothing I can do
No spells that I can use
But if my dreams came true
I'd hold her every night
We fell in love on a Sunday
By
By the way the land is layin?
I think I?d be safe in sayin?
That over the next hill we?ll be home
It?s a straight and narrow highway
No detours
[Chorus]
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin
The weekend's almost done
The moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out
Before the night passes by
I won't just sit around
When life becomes
change)
Weekend love
Just a case of weekend love
(Maybe this weekend we'll start rearrange, right?)
If you've been misled
By anything I said
I
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