| Maria Christian |
| Wait until the weekend comes |
| | Written by Brendan J. Graham
| |
Wait until the weekend comes
Then we'll have what time it takes
To sort it out, to see it through
Wait until the weekend comes
Sundays always change your mind
And make you laugh about me and you
Hold me now, really don't want you to go
Really don't want you to go, and I'm so afraid
Hold me now, really don't want you to know
Really don't want you to know that I'm so afraid
Wait until the summer comes
Sunshine looks so good on you
We'll catch the tide and start anew
Hold me now, really don't want you to go
Really don't want you to go, and I'm so afraid
Hold me now, really don't want you to know
Really don't want you to know that I'm so afraid
Wait until the rainbow ends
Then we'll find our pot of gold
Lovers, friends, just growin' old
So wait until the weekend comes and goes
Wait until the weekend comes and goes