歌词
Sunday, bags are packed, it's time to leave
Asking if we got good sleep
Trying not to cry just make it to
Friday, your favorite day of the whole week
Fridge is full and beds made neat
Hoping you'll give us new memories
Some days it's alright
Others it's a fight
But you know what you're fighting for
That twenty years down the road, when your boys are grown and old
They'll know you gave it all
Sunday, bags are packed it's time to leave
To be honest, it was hard to sleep
But only 'cause we couldn't wait for
Friday, to see you driving down our street
Knowing when we got in that backseat
We're on our way to make new memories
Some days it's alright
Others it's a fight
But you know what you're fighting for
That twenty years down the road, when your boys are grown and old
They'll know you gave it all
You gave it all
Written by: Joshua William Wareham, Samuel Benjamin Wareham
