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...