When the day comes
I\'d like to pass
on a Friday on
I want to rest
and move on
that day when
the common man
knocks off
A perfect orbit\'s end
Overalls, yoke
and tools down
- nearest bar -
fallible and carefree
towards friendships
and a human touch
rekindling laughters
\'round chalices
- released -
when the day comes
I\'d like it to be a Friday
- the day I was born -
into this world
into life\'s very own
rhythm ebb, flow
euphoria, and blues
Around the world
the cig smokes
fading with the air
will be the sendoff
and to my conscience
It shall be a Friday
all around the globe