Few Minutes on Friday Lyrics

She kills, with foreign films
The emptiness of day to day
And I wait until the weekend comes
So I can clear this uselessness from my brain

I count the days until she arrives
Those precious minutes when she is mine
As we walk from my front door to her car
We are so close and alone

But that will disappear
In a room filled with the warmth
Of others, of others company
There is too much company

There is too much company

So I hide my wounded pride
And stare off into the other cars
If I could just speak the words to tell her
Exactly how I feel

I count the ways that I might say it
But I know that none of them will work
Because she won't feel the same
I've come this far

But I can't go through with it
Because the truth would hurt
Too much, it hurts too much
This hurts too much

She goes back to the West Coast
To drink in the sunshine
And I will stay here in these dead plains
And try to make a seed grow
And I would pray for rain
If I thought that it would help

Bright Eyes - A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995-1997

Jun 2000

1. Invisible Gardener
2. Patient Hope in New Snow
3. Saturday as Usual
4. Falling Out of Love at This Volume
5. Exaltation on a Cool, Kitchen Floor
6. The Awful Sweetness of Escaping Sweat
7. Puella Quam Amo Est Pulchra
8. Driving Fast Through a Big City at Night
9. How Many Lights Do You See?
10. I Watched You Taking Off
11. Celebration upon Completion
12. Emily, Sing Something Sweet
13. All of the Truth
14. One Straw (Please)
15. Lila
16. Few Minutes on Friday
17. Supriya
18. Solid Jackson
19. Feb. 15th
20. 'Feel Good' Revolution