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FRIDAY AFTERNOON
WELL I WAS CRUISING RIGHT ALONG ON INTERSTATE I-91
AND THE RADIO KEPT CRANKIN OUT THE TUNES
SLIPPED OUT A LITTLE EARLY FROM A THREE FOOT CUBICLE
ON A MID AUGUST FRIDAY AFTERNOON
BUT THOSE MONDAY MORNINGS ROLL AROUND A BIT TOO FAST
TUESDAYS NEVER SEEM LIKE ANY FUN
WEDNESDAY STILL THAT MIDDLE CHILD IT ALWAYS IS
AND THURSDAY CANNOT EVER BE OUTRUN
ALL MY DAYS HAVE GOT A WAY OF BLOWING RIGHT ON BY
SLOW ‘EM DOWN, THEY’RE GONNA END TOO SOON
GOING FOR THE GOOD TIME WHILE THE GOINGS PRETTY GOOD
AND I DID ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON
THAT WEDNESDAY SORTA ACTED LIKE THE HUMP IT WAS
BY THURSDAY WE’RE A BAND ON THE RUN
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS AROUND THIS WORLD
NOT A SOUL CAN MAKE IT OUT ALIVE
I DON’T CARE ABOUT REGRETS, OR EVEN LOSING BETS
DON’T WANNA CHECK OUT, WHEN I JUST ARRIVED
YOU KNOW THAT WEDNESDAY STILL THAT MIDDLE CHILD IT ALWAYS IS
BY THURSDAY WE’RE A BAND ON THE RUN
AND SO I LEFT A LITTLE EARLY FROM A THREE FOOT CUBICLE
ON A MID AUGUST FRIDAY AFTERNOON
IT’S A MIDDLE AUGUST FRIDAY AFTERNOON
