Weekend Away

These are the lost weekends of my youth

You give them to me

I arrived late

The show is over

You ushered me backstage and did it all again

These are the lost weekends of our love

We have them

None can take them from us as we age

No hassled months of grind, no thankless turning

There is no future time in which we never had today

These are the lost weekends of my life

These are the weekends

And these I will recall when I am old

We stayed in bed and finished all the orange juice

And God I used to love the way she'd yawn and call me mister

These are the lost weekends of you and me

You wake up and look at me sideways

All eyes

And smile before you know what you're doing

It must be four o'clock

But neither of us really gives a damn about the world