A Few Minutes On Friday
She kills with foreign filmsThe emptiness of day todayAnd I wait until the weekend comesSo I can clear this uselessness from my brainI count the days until she arrivesThose precious minutes when she is mineAs we walk from my front door to her carWe're so closeAnd alone, but that will disappearIn a room filled with the warmth of othersOf others' companyThere's just too much companyThere's just too much company!
So I hide my wounded prideAnd stare off into the other carsIf I could just speak the wordsTo tell her exactly how I feel
I count the ways that I might say itBut I know that none of them will workBecause she won't feel the sameI've got this farBut I can't go through with itBecause the truth would hurt too muchIt hurts too muchThis hurts too much!
She goes back to the west coastTo drink in the sunshineAnd I will stay here in these dead plainsAnd try to make a seed growAnd I would pray for rainIf I thought that it would help