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 childTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.