Standing outside on 6th Avenue Down with the smokers I'm waiting for you And the cold wind blows Cupping the matchbook between frozen hands Bend to the flame and we've both learned to make These three minutes last so long We both know we must go And it's alright by me Cos I have you five days a week And it's all we'll ever be Meet for our last a quarter till five Then back on the train to our ordinary lives Does he know? Does it show? Saturday Sunday alone in my room 48 hours that can't pass too soon We both know this can't go on Monday calls and again I fall But it's alright by me Cos I have you five days a week And it's all I'll ever see And my dream's like a smoke ring rising Keeps me hoping can't stop hoping Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday All day All day, yeh All day, yeh