He'll need some time to get over this

But a moment is all he can spare

His buddies out there in the city lights

And he is trying to care

See him offering himself to the world

Staring down from the fifty-sixth floor

I'd be happy just to catch him again

We go out we don't always come back

The night pressing in on his weary mind

There's a half-eaten moon in the sky

Nothing is calling him back to bed

And no-one is saying goodbye

See him offering himself to the world

Staring down from the fifty-sixth floor

He's not happy it's the weekend again

We go out because we go

Back and back...