Friday Morning
Friday Morning

Friday morning, you came without a warning.
Wind through my window,
who knows which way the wind blows.
A sudden feeling
that set my senses reeling.
Friday morning, you came to take my worries away.

Friday daylight, you made the day seem so right.
Your colors rising
to paint the world a sweet surprise.
The darkness chasing
into some other hiding place.
Friday morning, you came to take my worries away.

Your hours passing like a summer afternoon
although the weather hasn’t changed.
Tomorrow’s coming, but I hope it won’t be soon--
Saturday won’t be the same.

Instrumental

Your hours passing like a summer afternoon
although the weather hasn’t changed.
Tomorrow’s coming but I hope it won’t be soon--
Saturday won’t be the same.

Friday evening, you had the look of leaving.
Your shadows falling
from every book on every wall.
A softness remaining
that I never could explain.
Friday morning, you came to take my worries away.