Every Friday

The phone rang that day
I was on Royal Parade
Another afternoon of fun
The sky was turning grey
The wind was playing games
I dropped my cell, it broke in half
And my head spun round
Echoing the sound
Of that voice from far away
Looking for what I hoped
Was nothing but a joke
Or something I would soon forget
But I won't

Oh
I still hope it's you when
Oh
I hear the doorbell
Oh
And every Friday
I see you there

My wife heard me cry
It was two in the night
I couldn't get you out of my head
Four months have past
But I'm awake in bed
Still wondering how it must have felt
And my friends look fine
They don't seem to mind
To see your empty chair at all
It's filled me with rage
It's getting down to a stage
When I can't bare their sight at all
Anymore

Oh
I still hope it's you when
Oh
I hear the doorbell
Oh
And every Friday
I see you there

Oh
I still hope it's you when
Oh
I hear the doorbell
Oh
And every Friday
I see you there



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Gnaga, Other View
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