Boy Friday

Sundown, it's time to finally make, believe
That all our games can now be won
That unrequited love will speak to you
Well, the gates are open
But the curtain's closing
And I never wanna see
What's coming after me
I'm the old boy, Friday
On the endless skyway
I never wanna see
What's coming after me
The golden ladder calls in invitingly (ooh, ooh, ah)
You answer quickly without shame
When will you see you're not the only one? (Ooh, ooh, ah), oh
Well, the gates are open
But the curtain's closing
And I never wanna see
What's coming after me
I'm the old boy, Friday
On the endless skyway
And I never wanna see
What's coming after me
Walked out the theatre
Found some time, I threw it on the clock
You know
Follow the leader
At least until you hit the next wood clock
And drive home safe
Well, the gates are open
But the curtain's closing
And I never wanna see
What's coming after me
I'm the old boy, Friday
On the endless skyway
And I never wanna see
What's coming after me