Weekend

Nothing's too anything anymore, and there's freedom in that to be sure

but there's a knowing and certainty growing in me

My mother's devout and devoted

She'd never questioned the motives

of a God that is love that sends people to burn

when it was he who built the explosives

I wanna have a dull weekend with you

Just us and nothing to do

Feel the grass on our feet a love we know to be true

And admit that we don't have a clue

I wanna have a dull weekend with you