Out On the Weekend

Think I'll pack it in
And buy a pickup
Take it down to L.A.
Find a place to call my own
And try to fix up
Start a brand new day

The woman I'm thinkin' of
She loved me, oh Lord
But I'm so down today
She's so fine, she's in my mind
I hear her callin'

See the lonely boy
Out on the weekend
Tryna make it there
Can't relate to joy
He tries to speak
And can't begin to say

She got pictures on the wall
They make me look up
From her big bright spare
Now I'm runnin' down the road
Tryin' to stay, oh
Somewhere in her head

The woman I'm thinkin' of
She loved me, oh Lord
But I'm so down today
She's so fine, she's in my mind
I hear her callin'

See the lonely boy
Out on the weekend
Tryna make it there
Can't relate to joy
He tries to speak
And can't begin to say



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Young
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