Bag on the Floor

Friday finally let me go, I'm walking through the door

Keys land somewhere, don't care where, can't hurry anymore

The bag slides off my shoulder and it hits the wooden floor

That little thud's the sweetest sound I've waited all week for

Nobody's calling, nothing's due

And I got nowhere else to be

Bag on the floor — it's staying right there

Two whole days are mine to waste

No plans, no alarms, no promises

Just me and all this space

Monday is a rumor that I'll deal with when it comes

The fridge is cold, the couch is soft, the city softly hums

Same old show, the hundredth time, I know it word for word

Funny how the quiet here's the best thing that I've heard

Nobody's calling, nothing's due

And I got nowhere else to be

Bag on the floor — it's staying right there

Two whole days are mine to waste

No plans, no alarms, no promises

Just me and all this space

Weekend... slow down

The bag stays where it landed

Till Monday comes around

Bag on the floor — it's staying right there

Two whole days are mine to waste

No plans, no alarms, no promises

Just me... and I like it this way