Garrett Waite - The Weekend Lyrics

The future's where we finally find what we've become
But too much time can make us numb
Looking for the next best thing and wishing time away

If we get too consumed with all our plans and schemes
Lulled into familiar dreams
We'll find that life has passed us by when our hair turns gray

Well the seasons turn and the years roll by
Like visions passing past your eye
The time is always now, my friend
But everyone keeps waiting for the weekend

So many people act as if they just don't know
That someday they will have to go
Some, I fear, will never learn until that day arrives

Wasting time on quarrels that will surely pass
For no conditioned things can last
All that sets out must return, and so too with our lives

Well the seasons turn and the years roll by
Like visions passing past your eye
The time is always now, my friend
But everyone keeps waiting for the weekend

I'm still learning
To watch my years as they're turning
Not worry while the wick is burning
And to keep my spirits high
And to love life 'til I die

Well the seasons turn and the years roll by
Like visions passing past your eye
The time is always now, my friend
But everyone keeps waiting for the weekend
(Everyone keeps waiting for the weekend)
Everyone keeps waiting for the weekend
(Everyone keeps waiting for the weekend)
I said everyone keeps waiting for the weekend
(I won't spend my life waiting for the weekend)
For the weekend