First light I walk into the kitchen

Dishes from the dinner last night

The silence grips me by the window

Waiting for the time to come

I wanted to hear the sound

By now I’m sure you get the picture

Seems like there’s some meaning inside

Four hours standing in the same room

Waiting for the time to pass

I wanted to hear the sound of the motorway

She’s gonna make it home for the weekend

Thank you for that

And if I’m tired when you get there

I’ll blame you for that

‘Cos I’ve been waiting such a long time

To hear your footstep

So please get home for the weekend

Thank you for that

I clean up mainly just to kill time

And to make the kitchen look nice

This waiting mixed with all this boredom

Makes me feel like I could die

Waiting to hear the sound of the front door

You better make it home for the weekend

Thank you for that

And if I’m tired when you get there

I’ll blame you for that

‘Cos I’ve been waiting such a long time

To hear your footstep

So please get home for the weekend

Thank you for that

Oooh, home

Oooh, home

Oooh, home for the weekend

Thank you for that