Morphine › Lyrics › Thursday

We used to meet every Thursday
Thursday, Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers and a game of pool
We used to go to a motel
A motel, a motel across the street
And the name of the motel was the wagon wheel, oh

One day she said come on come on, she said
Why don't you come back to my house
She said my husband's out of town
You know he's gone till the end of the month
Well I was just so nervous so nervous
You know I couldn't really quite relax
'Cause I was never really quite sure when her
Husband was coming back

Sure one of the neighbors yea one of the neighbors
One of the neighbors that saw my car
And they told her yea they told her
I think they know who you are
Well her husband he's a violent man
A very violent and jealous man
Now I have to leave this town
I got to leave while I still can

We should have kept it every Thursday
Thursday, Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers and a game of pool
We should have kept it every Thursday
Thursday, Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers and a game of pool
She was pretty good too