From the recording V: Heaven for the Weekend
“Heaven for the Weekend” finds Ryland Fisher trying to outrun a breakup on a vacation that feels anything but relaxing. With shimmering guitars, a driving beat, and a massive pop-country hook, this title track blends escapism and longing into a summer heartbreak anthem. It’s catchy, cathartic, and dangerously relatable.
Lyrics
Sunset watching with my feet in sugar sand
Frozen margarita floating in my glass
Señoritas with a perfect tan
Bikini tops and salty skin
Sitting here should feel like paradise
So why can’t I not think of you
The water just ain’t as blue
This Key West tipsy don’t hit me like it used to
There ain’t a cloud in the sky
Ain’t got nothing but time
To face one hell of a truth
All this heaven for the weekend
Can’t get me over you
No amount of miles, no plane that I can take
No Patrón strong enough to change a thing
Find a pretty face, try to move on
But I’ll wake up, you’ll still be gone
This 3-day getaway ain't getting me anywhere
So why can’t I not think of you
The water just ain’t as blue
This Key West tipsy don’t hit me like it used to
There ain’t a cloud in the sky
Ain’t got nothing but time
To face one hell of a truth
All this heaven for the weekend
Can’t get me over you
Can’t get me over you
You’re probably somewhere doing just fine
Damn
And I’m stuck here in paradise
And I can’t not think of you
The water just ain’t as blue
This Key West tipsy don’t hit me like it used to
There ain’t a cloud in the sky
Ain’t got nothing but time
To face one hell of a truth
All this heaven for the weekend
Can’t get me over you
Can’t get me over you