Few Minutes On Friday Lyrics - A Collection Of Songs: Recorded 1995-1997 - Bright Eyes

She kills, with foreign films 

The emptiness of day to day 

And I wait until the weekend comes 

So I can clear this uselessness from my brain 

I count the days until she arrives 

Those precious minutes when she is mine 

As we walk from my front door to her car 

We are so close and alone 

But that will disappear 

In a room filled with the warmth 

Of others, of others company 

There is too much company 

There is 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 

I've come this far 

But I can't go through with it 

Because the truth would hurt 

Too much, it hurts too much 

This hurts too much 

She goes back to the West Coast 

To drink in the sunshine 

And I will stay here in these dead plains 

And try to make a seed grow 

And I would pray for rain 

If I thought that it would help