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.