Two Weeks - The East Pointers

Monday morning, minus eighteen

Another west jet ‘YYG' to Calgary

Always knew that she’d get used to me leaving

Someday

A lot less words

Now her tears have run dry

I can tell by the way she doesn’t hold me as tight

And she’s thinking she’s better off alone

Nobody warned me

Nobody told me

I’d leave there so broke

Come back so lonely

I’m killing my soul

For the life that I’m leaving behind

Two weeks on

And two weeks off

My blood is wearing thin

And my stomach’s in knots

Too much thinking ‘bout about the time

You have lost

When it’s two weeks off

I punch in ^idol^ whiskey on my breath

By the night comes

I take whatever I can get

Blowing back on money

I should’ve sent home

Two more days and I’m east bound

I’ll be praying she’ll be there when I touch down

Maybe there’s a job home

That’ll keep me this time

Nobody warned me

Nobody told me

I’d leave there so broke

Come back so lonely

I’m killing my soul

For the life that I’m leaving behind

Two weeks on

And two weeks off

My blood is wearing thin

And my stomach’s in knots

Too much thinking ‘bout about the time

You have lost

When it’s two weeks off

Nobody warned me

Nobody told me

I’d leave there so broke

Come back so lonely

Two weeks on

And two weeks off

My blood is wearing thin

And my stomach’s in knots

Too much thinking ‘bout about the time

You have lost

When it’s two weeks off

Monday morning, minus eighteen

Another west jet

‘YYG' to Calgary