Friday

Friday - Shelley Harland

Get out of bed get on the train

Walk under shop fronts to avoid the rain

Forget the paper drink my coffee hold the elevator

Now I'm looking out the window

Of my 9th floor office

The steam from my cup is always

Clouding up my view

But it's a grey day anyway so nothing new

If it was friday I would walk out the door

Strap on my wings and fly away

Get out of my head

If it was friday

I would could lose myself for a couple of days

Until the monday morning rush on the train

The only saving grace

The 10am cigarette break

Nobody seems to mind that I don't smoke

I just stand in line and choke

I got nothing to lose

I'll photocopy my face

Is it me or am I bored with the human race

The steam from my cup is always

Clouding up my view

But it's a grey day anyway so nothing new

If it was friday I would walk out the door

Strap on my wings and fly away

Get out of my head

If it was friday

I could lose myself for a couple of days

Until the monday morning rush on the train

Well I want the sun to shine

I want the birds to sing

I want the bluest skies

I want everything

I wanna be surprised

I want some drama in my life

I wish the birds would sing outside for me

The steam from my cup is always

Clouding up my view

But it's a grey day anyway so nothing new

If it was friday I would walk out the door

Strap on my wings and fly away

Get out of my head

If it was friday

I could lose myself for a couple of days

Until the monday morning rush

If it was friday I would walk out the door

Strap on my wings and fly away

Get out of my head

If it was friday

I could lose myself for a couple of days

Until the monday morning rush on the train