Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray
There's nothing living, there's nothing given
Weekender's vision turns to working shoes
There's nothing living, there's nothing given
Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nothing forgiven for the young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
And nobody seems surprised, the runaway returns
Home
Son
Doing
Gone
Welcome home misplaced son
Guess what we we're doing while you were gone?
Cocktail party's in gear and we were so glad that you're here
Why don't you sit down?
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the family car
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the family's arms
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nothing forgiven to your young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Inside your business shoes, they'll run away with you
Home
Son
Doing
Gone
Welcome home misplaced son
Guess what we we're doing while you were gone?
Cocktail party's in gear and we were so glad that you're here
Why don't you sit down?
Welcome back
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, out of the ashtray
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