Wishing the Week Away (For Slim)

I love my guitar she takes me away She don't cry, she don't moan Sometimes when I'm out late alone I wish I'd stayed home Sitting on the porch getting drunk with the phone Wishing the week away To get home to you Wishing the week away Weekend's gone too soon I drink my whiskey cos she's blind It don't matter what she finds Holding on to nothing is never kind Stewing bullshit kills the time Sitting with the TV getting out of my mind What you feel might not be real