The Weekend

You walk to the bar
I know just where you are
Feeling that holy lonely

Like money and sand
The world slips through your hands
Got you feeling that holy lonely

Falls to the sea
You know just where I'll be
Tempting that holy lonely

You scream at the stars
You're never very far
From being both one and only

Even though it's the weekend
And even though you can't see him
Even though we all know
He never loved you at all
Even though we all know he never loved you right

"Just stick to the plan"
Said the broken, battered man
As he slipped into the holy lonely

It comes and it goes
As long as no one ever knows
Getting through the holy lonely

There's silver and gold
More than we could ever hold
At the bottom of the holy lonely

So what's left to say?
Just another day away
From being both judge and jury

You're in a stable all your own
To be imprisoned in stone
Is only likened to a line
Not worth repeating
We never came when we were told
A paper plane without a fold
I never thought that we'd
Grow old and tired of flying

I'm begging you please
Sing me to sleep
Show me that the breath we waste has meaning
I miss having dreams

And I will lie here for you
And I will die here for you