Friday`s Child — текст песни (Matthews Wendy)

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 child