Lost Weekend by Godley And Creme
A lost weekend, no beginning, no end.
Were you walking, was I running. Is it here, or is it
Coming soon. Thanks a lot.
Oh, I wish you well. Friends or lovers, who can tell. When the dust finally
Has settled. Will I be left with roses or with nettles. Oh, whatever
Happened on that lost weekend.
A lost weekend, no beginning, no end. Are we the rust upon the metal. Or
The ghosts of folks who never settled down. Thanks a lot.
Lost in heaven, lost in hell. Only time will tell.
When the book finally is written. Just our luck, the last page will be
Missing. Oh, whatever happened on that lost weekend.