The Weekend

You walk to the bar

I know just where you are

Feeling that holy lonely

Like money and sand

The world slips through your hands

Got you feeling that holy lonely

Falls to the sea

You know just where I’ll be

Tempting that holy lonely

You scream at the stars

You’re never very far

From being both one and only

Even though it’s the weekend

And even though you can’t see him

Even though we all know

He never loved you at all

Even though we all know he never loved you right

“Just stick to the plan”

Said the broken, battered man

As he slipped into the holy lonely

It comes and it goes

As long as no one ever knows

Getting through the holy lonely

There’s silver and gold

More than we could ever hold

At the bottom of the holy lonely

So what’s left to say?

Just another day away

From being both judge and jury

You’re in a stable all your own

To be imprisoned in stone

Is only likened to a line

Not worth repeating

We never came when we were told

A paper plane without a fold

I never thought that we’d

Grow old and tired of flying

I’m begging you please

Sing me to sleep

Show me that the breath we waste has meaning

I miss having dreams

And I will lie here for you

And I will die here for you