Friday Night Dreamer - Ross David

There came a knock on my door

Fear can’t keep away

I’ve been standing up on my toes

Staring through the window pane

Now I’m a stranger to the world

But its only helped me dream

And Moma said baby get back you don’t want it

But it feels like Friday night, and I don’t want to miss a thing

I grew up a door down from either way

And I’ve been working late through the night

Towards something I don’t want to be

She said, «Baby hurry make it, not sure if I can take it»

And lonely ain’t the life for me

But it feels like Friday night…

This is what dreams are made of

I met mine a long time ago

They all said please don’t leave us

But it feels like Friday night- and I don’t want to miss a thing

So, get up and run

While you still got the strength

Child you got a little bit of life

And a lot of good things coming

And if they say work ain’t play;

That dreams are just forgotten

Stand up and walk away

This is your time, this is your Friday night

With both hands tied

Fingers crossed

Ain’t gonna move my body

You decide to stay inside

But I won’t

Because, I will die a Friday night dreamer

Come to life