waiting on the weekend

Im holding out
When I pass your house
Im waiting on the weekend
Im waiting on the weekend
I contemplate the words
To make you feel safe and sound
Waiting on the weekend
Im waiting on the weekend
Will we ever meet again?
Will you be stood waiting, wait 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 Im waiting on the weekend
Im waiting on the weekend
Waiting on the weekend
She always looks so tired, and I dont 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
Im waiting on the weekend