Here’s to working weekends

Here I am

This is me

I can think of a million places on Earth I’d rather be.

Oh, here I am.

Just me and you.

And now I make another report on you.

It’s the same world, it’s the same fart,

And it stinks of the decay of young hearts,

Yet another day, and the same sham,

I’m waiting for a weekend

Here I am

Here we are – we’ve just begun

And after all this time – our time has come

Yeah here we are – dying to go home

And a Saturday night was never so glum

Chorus (X1)

Here I am – this is me

There’s a million places on earth I’d rather be

Here I am – just me and you

And tonight I make another PPT on you

Chorus (X2)

Here I am – next to you

And the ways to escape are precious few

Here I am – where I’m gonna stay

Now there’s nothin left – no life and no Sundays

Here I am.

Oh, here I am.

Thanks, my darling, for being with me through thick and thicker. Your batteries overheat and you switch off in the middle of my work and I lose data. I often feel like flinging you across the room and, more often than that, I request them to change you for a better one. But that doesn’t change the fact that I love you with all that is left of my heart.