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weekend trouble always finds me
now that I'm so far away
leaving letters to remind me
of a simple kind of place
one that greets me in the morning
invites me in for a cup of tea
I'm going back
back to the wishing well
back to the quiet stream
back to the old guitar
back to the one I need
monday morning just brings me down
working hard to make a pay
all my big dreams left in the ground
waiting for that drop of rain
where's a promise of a good life
could it be I had it right
I'm going back
back to the wishing well
back to the quiet stream
back to the old guitar
back to the one I need
back to the arms that held me
back when I wasn't afraid
back when I knew I'd be someone
someday, someday
weekend trouble always finds me
now that I'm so far away
I'm going back
oh I'm going back, yeah (repeat)
back to the one I need