A Few Minutes on Friday

I've come this far
There is too much company
So I hide my wounded pride
To drink in the sunshine
So I can clear this uselessness from my brain
She goes back to the West Coast

And try to make a seed grow
Those precious minutes when she is mine
I count the ways that I might say it
And stare off into the other cars
We are so close and alone

There is too much company
And I would pray for rain

Because the truth would hurt
But that will disappear
In a room filled with the warmth
And I wait until the weekend comes
Exactly how I feel

I count the days until she arrives
If I could just speak the words to tell her
Because she won't feel the same
But I know that none of them will work
Of others, of others company
And I will stay here in these dead plains

Too much, it hurts too much
But I can't go through with it
This hurts too much
As we walk from my front door to her car