We're just kids stuck in this town Outside of a big city Where everyone wants you to grow up as fast as they fall My old friend Dave wakes up on Monday Wishes there were more than two days in a weekend I'll keep sleeping in on Monday not knowing That my weekend is over
I'm just not ready to cut my hair and settle down I'm not liking the thought of looking at myself And seeing all the stress of my mother And heavy eyes of my father
I don't have a lot of money That's fine by me I want to grow up in truck stops and on friends' floors Maybe then I can feel my heart beat in rhythm with the real me I wanted June to be in December since I felt summer on my shoulders My old friend Dave wakes up on Monday Wishes there were more than two days in a weekend I'll keep sleeping in on Monday not knowing That my weekend is over
I'm just not ready to cut my hair and settle down I'm not liking the thought of looking at myself And seeing all the stress of my mother And heavy eyes of my father
We'll go run away Waste all our time We'll go run away Waste all our time We'll go run away Waste all our time We'll go run away
I'm just not ready to cut my hair and settle down I'm not liking the thought of looking at myself And seeing all the stress of my mother and heavy eyes I'm just not ready to cut my hair and settle down I'm not liking the thought of looking at myself And seeing all the stress of my mother And heavy eyes of my father
Now all my friends wake up on Monday And wish that there were more than two days in a weekend I'll keep sleeping in on Monday Not knowing that my weekend is over