while you're waiting for the weekend
i'll be waiting for my day back home

well i guess your right
when your dreams are just as good as mine ever were
so yeah maybe you'll watch me fall

and now i got this far without your face
im leaving lines that you cant trace
now we're golden
your face wont hold a place
and whats left you cant erase
and now we're golden

well i guess your right
when your dreams were are just as good as mine were now werent they good
your gone
your mind
alone
and im wondering

with my habits hard to break and
im staring at my faith
and now im golden
while your holding on to nothing
im singing for something
and now im golden

while your waiting for the weekend
i'll be waiting for my day back home

back home wish you could
back home i wish you werent so wrong!