Copyright © Steve Perrett 2004 On Friday night, Her lover’s there. Down by the sea. Her heart beats fast Her nerves are bare. Praying now that he’ll be there. She still believes Their love receives A blessing from above Gods gift of love A love that is so strong It can’t be wrong. On Friday night, She brushes hair. So fine to see. Her nerves are bare She bids farewell Praying now that he wont care. She still believes That he’s deceived. But she just broke the heart Of one who cares. Her husband thru the years Reduced to tears. Mid 8 She doesn’t feel the same she’d have to say, But he just loves her more and more each passing day. On Friday night A grown man cries So sad to see. He sits alone And wonders when, The seeds of doubt were sown He can’t believe, His love can be, Just scattered to the winds Without a care His partner thru the years, No longer here.
