When the time comes To let you all in I won't need saxophones I won't need violins To plot the mood To play me out Y'all know just what I'm talking about And when the time comes You'll all gather 'round And i'll be so happy I'll be rockin' to and fro On the lip of a well Telling all my stories Like at the end With no children, no partner and no friends Oh i can still Hear the sounds from the schoolyard 'round the bend And i love the weekend And i love the creakin' This house makes when it buckles When a hailstorm breaks i say, "uncle" That's why i'm a believer Well thank you For making it known That my life's work Means nothing to no one And so it goes so i'm walking home With a lighter step than ever Like at the end I realize how much easier this would have been Oh, if i cared And i love the weekend And i love the creakin' This house makes when it buckles When a hailstorm breaks i say, "uncle" That's why i'm a believer