It’s always the weekend   Here on the weekdays   And I’m always wondering where I’ve been      You can try to save me, you can try to raise me, you can try to praise me   I can kneel on your folded hands   With my palms opened up to the ground   So when I reach the surface I can catch my fall      It’s always the weekend   Here on the weekdays   And I’m always wondering where I’ve been      I’ve been bottled on the seashore   I was washed up at 24   I’ve been christened on the bathroom floor   Sprawled out on a towel   drying under the heat lamp   Dripping in the red light      It’s always the weekend   Here on the weekdays   And I’m always wondering where I’ve been      You can try to save me, you can try to raise me, you can try to praise me   I can kneel on your folded hands   With my palms opened up to the ground   So when I reach the surface I can catch my fall      It’s always the weekend   Here on the weekdays   And I’m always wondering where I’ve been