Lyrics:

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