Weekend Of Mystery - Bernard Fanning

Every little beat of your heart

Is only ever beating for the understudy’s part

Leave all the flesh on your Parisian bones

Encourage your friends to stay home

Run with the wind at your back

Waiting only for your missing love to attack

You dig your own holes, you’re left with nowhere to go

Ashamed to be afraid to go home

But if it only makes you feel alright

The hardest thing you have to say

Is one by one, kiss them all goodbye

I never thought you’d ever be the kind of man

To volunteer for a weekend of mystery

You never had any anyway

I never thought you’d ever done quite enough

To qualify as a victim of history

You just don’t team your style

You never had any anyway

Never had any anyway

No one likes a porch light lament

Mourning for a promise, never beckoned, never sent

«I'm sorry, I guess» is all that I really know

It’s a shame you’re gonna end up alone

But if it only makes you feel alright

The hardest thing you have to say

Is one by one, kiss them all goodbye

I never thought you’d ever be the kind of man

To volunteer for a weekend of mystery

You never had any anyway

I never thought you’d ever done quite enough

To qualify as a victim of history

You just don’t team your style

You never had any anyway

Never had any anyway

Never had any anyway

Never had any anyway