Frequency of the Buffalo - Electron Echo Enigma

It's a little past supper time I'm still out on the porch steps Sittin' on my behind, waiting for you Wonder if everything is all right Momma said, "Come in boy, don't waste your time" I said, "I got time, he'll be home soon" I was five years old and talkin' to myself Where were you? Where'd you go? Daddy can't you tell? I'm not tryin' to fake it And I ain't the one to blame No there's no one home In my house of pain And I didn't write these pages and My scripts been rearranged No there's no one home In my house of pain No there's no one home In my house of pain Wasn't I worth the time? A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime And all the time, I looked up to you I paced my room a million times And all I ever got was one big lie The same old lie How could you? I was eighteen, still talking to myself Oh, where were you? Where'd you go? Daddy can't you tell? I'm not tryin' to fake it And I ain't the one to blame No there's no one home In my house of pain I didn't write these pages And my script's been rearranged No there's no one home In my house of pain No there's no one home In my house of pain I was eighteen, still talking to myself Oh, where were you? Oh, where'd you go? Daddy can't you tell? I'm not tryin' to fake it And I ain't the one to blame No there's no one home In my house of pain So I didn't write these pages And my script's been rearranged No there's no one home In my house of pain No there's no one home In my house of pain No there's no one home in my house of pain

Well I can feel it filling in When it's Friday night Young blood flowing through my veins, full of fight Probably do a bunch of things that just ain't right Well hell, ain't that what the weekend's for? Windows down, the seat way back, and the radio up Natural eye between my legs in a Dixie cup Not a care in the world, just don't leave it up Well, the night it opens wide City and the stars align Ain't it wonderful to be alive? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Searching for the heart and soul of the night Oh, of the night Monday morning, still laughing about what we did and said Girls and booze and attitude swimming in my head Worth every moment, every second, no regrets Keeping one eye on the prize City and the stars align Ain't it wonderful to be alive? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Searching for the heart and soul of the night Woah, of the night Years fly by, the scene it shifts overnight Little less stealing, little less stealing, little less flight Kids are in bed, there's a buzz in my head, sparks ignite I still got fumes in my tank for another ride Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? City and the stars align Ain't it wonderful to be alive? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Well, ain't that what the weekend's for? Searching for the heart and soul of the night