Giants of Diving - American Weekend Lyrics

Watching the clock man and it hasn't changed all day
Toeing the line is bringing me down
Picking 'em up and putting 'em down again
Waiting for my American weekend

Time doesn't flow here, it struggles with crippled hands
A month is a year - a decade away
Where am I going and what have I done today
Closer to my American weekend

Every day the human tide rolls in
Sit and wait to see those clock hands spin

48 hours and I've got to fit it all in
Living it up and then living it down somehow
Building me up and tearing me down again
This is a great American weekend

Every day the human tide rolls in
Sit and wait to see those clock hands spin
Every day the human tide rolls in
Someone tell me when this day will end

I'm flying high and nothing can stop me now
I've had a few and I'm ready for more
Pushing it harder - stuffing it down inside
Living for my American weekend

Every day the human tide rolls in
Sit and wait to see those clock hands spin
Every day the human tide rolls in
Someone tell me when this day will end