Wendy Matthews Friday's Child
Just when I lose my touch You come up and touch me Just when I can't find the words You run up and tell me I'm off in the distance, out of time, out of place You always save a trace for Friday's child, Friday's child At times I drift too far from shore You get the life line to me When I fight my holy war You tell me what it's good for I walk in your footsteps when the road gets too wild You go the extra mile for Friday's child, Friday's child I see it like a silver screen You see just what you like When I can't see anything You make the world turn my way You make the world turn my way I walk in your footsteps The road's hard to find You stand the test of time for Friday's child
