Waiting for my rocket to come

Here I am under the rain, waiting for my rocket to come.
Here I am lost in the streets, waiting for my rocket to come.
And here I am eating dinner alone, waiting for my rocket to come.

He is in a distant place of toil, in search for his future
He is in a distant place watching television, enjoying the silence
He is in a distant place with people, still feeling something was abset

But my rocket is coming, fast approaching as Saturday comes
He finds me inside the house with the same manner we found each other
We savor the only time that we are together,
until Saturday ends and it's time again to leave.
Until next Saturday when we meet.