Days Of Light

Friday's waiting at the gates of heaven

The weekend starts at seven

We get forty-eight hours of fun

For five days working on the line

For five days

Time to change the look on my face

I'm waiting for the starter's gun

Maybe feeling tired

Maybe feeling empty

Maybe living on your own

You know 'round about seven on a Friday night

Forget about your worries, gonna be alright

Everybody's heading for those days of light

Hot and heavy night's of true love ways

Tomorrow these will be the good old days

Everybody's working for those days of light

Monday's waiting for the week to start up

Back to work and feeling hard up

Things gonna change some day

So dream on everybody's free to dream on

Work hard, love, well, live long

There's really not a better way

So live it all you can

Even when it hurts you

Got to give it all you're got

And know

Everybody's putting on a braver face

Everyone's running in the same race

Everybody's working for those days of light

Everyone's looking for the same release

Everybody's hoping for a mind of peace

Everyone's working for those days of light

'Round about seven on a Friday night

Forget about your worries, gonna be alright

Everybody's working for those days of light

Hot and heavy nights of true love ways

Tomorrow these will be the good old days

Everybody's heading for those days of light

Everybody's putting on a braver face

We're all running in the same race

Everybody's working got to keep on

Working for those days of light