Weekdays go by quickly
When you're lookin forward to something
Makes for a quick work day
I would get out of there huffin
But now I'm at Friday and I've still got nothin
My heart it has shattered but I think it's still runnin
I'm low on morale but I'm quick to forget it
I'll try to get sleep but I can't close my eyes yet
No, not yet
Saturday comes along
And I'm free from the man
But I'm still shackled and chained
By nothin but my own hand
So I try to get goin I wanna get out
Do something worthwhile cause I'm still allowed
To walk on this earth with my own two feet
I don't know what's coming but I can still breathe
Oh I can still breathe
Sundays are the hardest ones
It reminds me of the days
Where we would sit on our back porch
And watch the sun slowly fade away
Your head on my shoulder
Your arm around mine
Now there's tears in the shower
In my heart I can't find
The love I once had
It's all bent out of shape
I just wanna touch you
Just see your face
Again
Oh, again