A Few Minutes on Friday

She kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day
And I wait 'til the weekend comes, so I can clear this uselessness from my brain
Count the days 'til she arrives, those precious minutes when she is mine
As we walk from my front door to her car, we're so close and alone
But that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth of others
Of others company, there's just too much company

There's just 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
We got this far but I can't go through with it because the truth
Would hurt too much, it hurt too much
This hurts too much

She goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine
And I'll stay here in these dead plains and try to make a seed grow
And I would pray for rain if I thought that that would help