You sit there and you think
What happened to the week?
What happened on Saturday?
What happened on the weekdays?
Goals and achievements
Things to look forward to –
All have been done;
The week is done

You sit there and you think
Listless from the clock
Irked by its ticks
Made insane by its tocks
And you get the feeling like
You've been here before
Stupefied – left behind
Insignificant, bored

Oh, but you look at time so human
Your life in a continuous line
If only you could obtain all things lost
The week would be at your disposal – how fine…

You sit there and you think
What happened to the week?
Are you forgetting what you live for?
What does it all mean?
You sit there and you think about
Other times you thought about yourself
About the sands of time
And their perpetual health

And you get the feeling like
You've been here before
Hoo-rah! for all existence
What a world of grandeur
What a wonderful place
To be another spectator
The week evades your control
As you observe

But you look at time so human
Schedules and time-tables for the days
So when all those pasts are used up
You're left only to contemplate

You sit there and you think
What happened to the week?
Nothing at all
Just farce and self-deceit
What a perplexing
Vexing thing
What conceptions await
At the end of the week?

What conceptions wait
At the end of time?
How futile are we
Petty and self-inclined
What happened to the week
Or did it ever pertain to us?
We're so human that
We have to ask:

If we look at time so human
What right do we have to time at all?
What happened to the week isn't anything
That mankind could ever solve