The Weekend

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