Lyrics:
Nothing matters but the weekendFrom a Tuesday point of viewLike a kettle in the kitchenI feel the steam begin to brewSwitchin' to glideSwitchin' to glideSwitchin' to glideSwitchin' to glideEnergy can be directedI'm turning it up, I'm turning it downEven love can be affectedHarmony's the sweetest soundSwitchin' to glideSwitchin' to glideSwitchin' to glideSwitchin' to glideBalancing in my headInside of meTaking the glide path insteadEverybody gets the no-noHear it ringing in they earsLots of ways that you can go, goLook around no disappears