another week

i wake up each morning, go to work at eight, come home for dinner, time to celebrate, so i round up my friends, we made it through another week, we may not have much, but we've got what we need, so we go all night, until i see his face, then the party's over, this drink has no taste, he makes me lonely, when he comes around, i tried for years to beat this one down, i've got all my friends, couldn't ask for more, but he makes me lonely, when he knocks on my door