You rip my guts with every sharp word,
When you use that monster
Hiding underneath your tongue,
My words don t, they don t work on you,
No, they don t work like they used to.

Cause it s been seven weeks, seven weeks,
Oh, oh, oh, seven weeks, since I called you,
When I try now; I just can t get through.
So far, the drinks have been so strong,
No writing on the post cards,
No memories to hang on.

Sleeping in my six o clock shadow,
People judging people so shallow,
I call you up to see what you re doing,
To see if you won t...

Send me your love, right through the ceiling,
I need your love, darlin this evening!
Oh, moma, moma, moma, what can I do?

There s a jukebox baby,
And you can play our favorite song all night,
Until your money s gone,
Cause if I m right about you darlin ,
Then you re probably laying in bed,
And your temperature is boiling,
Cause your making things up in your head.

It s been seven weeks, seven weeks,
Oh, oh, oh seven weeks, since I called you,
When I try now; just can t get through,
So far, the days have been so long,
But, now I got my fade on,
Screaming at you at the top of my lungs!

Fog is lifting from the old man,
I had so much fun in the trash can,
I wave my flag, but you still send your troops in,
To the war in your soul.

Send me your love, right through the ceiling
I need your love, darlin this evening!
Oh, moma, moma, moma, what can I do?

Backstage pass through these time zones,
Want you everyday, but I m not home,
Can t really touch you through the cell phone,
There s so many things that you just don t know..

It s been seven weeks, seven weeks,
Oh, oh, oh, seven weeks, since I called you,
When I try now; just can t get through.
So far, the drinks have been so strong,
Now there s writing on the post cards,

Baby, seven weeks is just too long!