First light I walk into the kitchen   Dishes from the dinner last night      The silence grips me by the window   Waiting for the time to come   I wanted to hear the sound      By now I’m sure you get the picture   Seems like there’s some meaning inside      Four hours standing in the same room   Waiting for the time to pass   I wanted to hear the sound of the motorway      She’s gonna make it home for the weekend   Thank you for that   And if I’m tired when you get there   I’ll blame you for that   ‘Cos I’ve been waiting such a long time   To hear your footstep   So please get home for the weekend   Thank you for that      I clean up mainly just to kill time   And to make the kitchen look nice      This waiting mixed with all this boredom   Makes me feel like I could die   Waiting to hear the sound of the front door      You better make it home for the weekend   Thank you for that   And if I’m tired when you get there   I’ll blame you for that   ‘Cos I’ve been waiting such a long time   To hear your footstep   So please get home for the weekend   Thank you for that      Oooh, home   Oooh, home      Oooh, home for the weekend   Thank you for that