Lyrics

There's a half a pot of coffee in the kitchen getting cold,
I still forget and make too much.
And i got through the paper pretty quick today,
But the fashion page and the funnies ain't been touched.
And I remember when I used to pray for silence,
But what I'd give to hear those kids run down the hall;
And more and more I'm afraid that this choice that we've made,
Doesn't leave me much to live for now at all, but

Wednesdays and weekends, they're all that I have left
My one chance to pretend, that I've still got what I once had,
And heaven knows its lonely, when you're living only
For Wednesdays and weekends.

I hate Mondays more than any man alive
After two days of living what used to be.
Then I come home lonely to this empty house,
And think about the way things used to be.
Then I sit on the floor and count the nail holes,
I close my eyes and repicture everything,
And as far as i can see, this should be the end of me,
So I thank God for just one thing, these

Wednesdays and weekends, they're all that I have left
My one chance to pretend, that I've still got what I once had,
And heaven knows its lonely, when you're living only
For Wednesdays and weekends.

I lost my whole world just like that
Still I'm the lucky one, sometimes i get it back, on

Wednesdays and weekends, they're all that I have left
My one chance to pretend, that I've still got what I once had,
And heaven knows its lonely, when you're living only
For Wednesdays and weekends.

C2000 Steven Howell, BMI