Friday's Child (S. Stewart/ D. Munday)

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 give the lifeline 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 wide 
you go the extra mile for Friday's child, 
Friday's child

I see it like a silver screen
I see just what you're like 
when I can't see anything 
you make the world turn my way 
you make the world turn my way
(na na na na na na)

I walk in your footsteps 
when the road's hard to find 
you stand the test of time 
for Friday's child, Friday's child, 
Friday's child, Friday's child, 

You make the world turn my way, Friday's child.