Long Weekends

Do you remember those hours that turned into days
Writing and drawing while Leonard Cohen would play
At a reasonable volume from the corner stereo
Waiting hours to smoke so we all could go
Smoking on the balcony night turned to day
The hardest decisions were which CD's to play
A 3am lesson on playing the fife
No real worries, just living life.
The shadow bats that turned out to be real
And after 3 days how sore we would feel.
Our knuckles, necks, and backs not wanting to move
Working on projects like we had something to prove
The little balls of fluff into the toilet we'd drop
Then sit there and stare until the spinning would stop
Once in a while, if we wanted, we'd talk
And always together take Dirt for a walk
Cause it's scary alone out there in the night
Unable to trust sleep deprived sight
Don't forget the mysteries we just couldn't solve
Like into what the tuna salad evolved
And lastly the motto's we tried desperately to keep
About cancer being caused by eating and sleep
Only one thing remains to be said
Wednesday's still the weekend, if you haven't gone to bed!