Tonight we'll dine beside the light and divvy up our plates
Together with glee set life aside locked deep in weekday's case
We'll eat our mains, and salads too, perhaps some fruit and drink
We'll talk a bit, and chat some more, leave none alone to think
And music plays and sings hello to the laughs we use for crutch

And when it turns to eve of day unlock our heavy box
Clean up our things, and go to bed, then wake with Monday thoughts
But savior be the plans we make to meet in one week's time
So now we'll keep ourselves afloat in wait of cycled prime.