Friday afternoon de The Floating Men

It's raining
hands on the wall don't move
i'm getting crazy now
the doorbell's broken and i've thrown the telephone across the room
the tv's on
but i keep the volume down
the blinds are drawn
i like it dark in case the sun comes out
it's friday afternoon
if i'm giving up too soon, don't tell me
it's friday afternoon and i'm waiting
if i'm giving up too soon, don't say it
you'll have your saturday blues
what do you want from me anyway?
i've done nothing but lose
everything i ever wanted always slipped away
Five o'clock
seems like hours
nobody knocks
maybe the clock has stopped; nobody bothered sending flowers
it's friday afternoon
if i'm giving up too soon, don't tell me
it's friday afternoon and i'm waiting
if i'm giving up too soon, don't say it
you'll have your saturday blues
what do you want from me anyway?
i've done nothing but lose
everything i ever wanted always slipped away
It's raining
hands on the wall don't move
i'm getting crazy now
the doorbell's broken and i've thrown the telephone across the room
it's getting late
there's a leaky tap somewhere
i'm wide awake and i'm sick of waiting
with a busted telephone just lying there
it's friday afternoon and i'm waiting
if i'm giving up too soon, don't say it
you'll have your saturday blues
what do you want from me anyway?
i've done nothing but lose
everything i ever wanted always slipped away
(go home)
(go home)
it's friday afternoon and i'm waiting. if i'm giving up too soon, don't say it
you'll have your saturday blues
what do you want from me anyway?
i've done nothing but lose
everything i ever wanted always slipped away