Lyrics
Spring had sprung on a Friday night
And she was sad about the cracks in the door
But there's nothing to do
And I can't help
And it's too harsh to say it's all on you
There was music bumping on a Friday night
And I listened to an old friend speak
About the things he'd done and the things she'd said
About love and birds and life
But these feelings are fleeting things
Change will come in time
But it'd make it so much easier
If I could hold your hand all the while
I wrote to him on a Friday night
And he was anxious about his move
I missed him with all the breath
In my resined quaking lungs
Guilty for the things I couldn't do
But these feelings are fleeting things
Change will come in time
But it'd make it so much easier
If I could hold your hand all the while
I thought of the world on a Friday night
And how I've turned from its touch
How can it be that I love so much
But cannot seem to face the day
But these feelings are fleeting things
Change will come in time
But it'd make it so much easier
If I could hold your hand all the while
Could I hold your hand all the while