Weekend - The Mispers

These lost ideas

Of love we couldn’t fault

Live out our years

Afraid of letting go

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end

You feel my pulse, we’re symmetrical

Leave me where the tram lines echo

Let comforts go, to your pocket holes

We never take a chance to settle

These lost ideas

Assault into our clothes

They reappear

As every penny goes

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end

(Leave me where the tram lines echo)

(We never take a chance to settle)

You feel my pulse, we’re symmetrical

Leave me where the tram lines echo

Let comforts go, to your pocket holes

We never take a chance to settle

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end

Take me for the weekend, far from home

Take me to the road with no end