He came across a corner
He tried and couldn’t reach
Listing to her
He dropped and took his seat
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
Dodging some yellow lights
He ran from all the noise
Awakening at midnight
Finding his house destroyed
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
A marriage was in ruins
After one single fight
Bad thoughts a’ brewing
As a spark lit up the night
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
Burning of the lamp
The fire burned too high
Alcohol was damp
As smoke fills up the sky
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
20 men are lying dead
Some lay on the floor
Fire evenly red
An act, to a settled score
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
I have nothing now
No place for me to stay
2 pints of whisky drown
And ill be on my way
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
Thinking about the time I spent
And what she meant to me
A letter long sent
Now will you leave me be
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
Looking for a quiet space
A place to call my home
in no rush or race
Till then I think ill roam
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
The highway grows dark now
As the headlight guides my way
My chopper screaming loud
As the night takes from the day
If she left on Friday
And he cried himself to sleep
Ill pack my bags on Tuesday
And say it only was a dream
Now as I leave this fairytale
A lesson you should learn
Mess around with woman fire
You are likely to be burned
If she scorched it down on Friday
While he’s stuck inside a dream
Can never keep a soul at bay
When your world’s a night mare
And it’s always so obscene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem