Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray there's nothing living,
There's nothing given,
Weekender's vision turns to working shoes
There's nothing living, there's nothing given,
Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
Nothing forgiven for the young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
And nobody seems surprised,
The runaway returns
Welcome home son,
Guess what we we're doing while you were gone?
Cocktail party's in gear and we were so glad that you're here,
Why don't you sit down?
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray,
Out of the ashtray, into the family car,
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray,
Out of the ashtray, into the family's arms
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
Nothing forgiven for the young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
And nobody seems surprised,
The runaway returns
Welcome back