waiting on the weekend

I’m holding out
When I pass your house
I’m waiting on the weekend
I’m waiting on the weekend
I contemplate the words
To make you feel safe and sound
Waiting on the weekend
I’m waiting on the weekend
Will we ever meet again?
Will you be stood waiting in white for your train?
Tomorrow, waiting on the weekend
Are you waiting on the weekend?
Waiting on the weekend
I spend four days messin' 'round in my head
Could she be my lover or is this pretend?
Till then, I’m waiting on the weekend
I’m waiting on the weekend
Waiting on the weekend
She always looks so sad, and I don’t know why
And all I wanna do is ask
But I just walk by, by
So maybe on the weekend
Maybe we could speak then
I’m waiting on the weekend now