A Few Minutes On Friday-Vadim Sakharov

[00:00.925]She kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day [00:12.980]And I wait until the weekend comes [00:17.507]So I can clear this uselessness from my brain [00:25.215]I count the days until she arrives [00:30.163]Those precious minutes when she is mine [00:37.209]As we walk from my front door to her car [00:47.010]We are so close and alone [00:56.204]But that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth [01:09.134]Of others, of others company [01:18.668]There is too much company [01:36.316]There's just too much company [01:45.902]So I hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars [01:57.341]If I could just speak the words to tell her [02:04.775]Exactly how I feel [02:08.229]I count the ways that I might say it [02:12.776]But I know that none of them will work because [02:21.110]She won't feel the same [02:28.282]I've come this far [02:33.701]But I can't go through with it because the truth would hurt [02:48.741]Too much [02:52.873]It hurts too much [02:58.225]This hurts too much [03:26.181]She goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine [03:37.652]And I will stay here in these dead plains [03:42.239]And try to make a seed grow [03:49.044]And I would pray for rain [03:53.695]If I thought that that would help