Week by week, we meet again And promise not to leave and then A seventh day comes 'round the bend When will the cycle end? Too poor are we to live alone To move away and find a home Too old are we to play pretend Make happiness our own And the summertime will tease us It's much too far away to please us But nothing worth the day will come Without the setting sun Week by week, I muddle through The thought that gets me by is you And I don't know what more I can do But know your love is true And the summertime will tease us It's much too far away to please us But nothing worth the day will come Without the setting sun Brighter days may not yet see us But there the very things which keep us Here long enough to stay in love Perhaps it's best if we don't run And turn our time to dust And turn our time to