I see you standing there Out in the front yard Jacket in your arms Your eyes are red and worn And your patience Is wearing, danger thin At work your struggling Boss at it again It's been a hell of a week And I'm in the mood to not think with you Talk for hours 'bout nothing And drink more than we should take in And lose our heads Just let me know Tell me do you think You could have been more Than what you are now? Tell me, are you proud? For the weeks are long and weekends short lately So come and save me I'll be waiting It's been a hell of a week And I'm in the mood to not think with you Talk for hours 'bout nothing And drink more than we should take in And lose our heads Cause tomorrow's bringing nothing new This can't be enough for you and me So come around this afternoon Waiting by the avenue, I'll be I wanna lose...