He's waiting for Friday night
to share it with his wife
Even though he knows
she's living in her world
in the world so closed
This weary sleepless night
In bed your empty side
He's sitting and waiting for you
You leave him hanging on
Knowing he's always there
Silent and taking care
But she cannot see
She is all he needs
But their worlds won't meet
Increasing sleepless time
In bed your empty side
He's sitting and waiting for you
You leave him hanging on
This weary sleepless night
In bed your empty side
He's sitting and waiting for you
You leave him hanging on