Just when I lose my touchYou come up and touch meJust when I can't find the wordsYou run up and tell meI'm off in the distance, out of time, out of placeYou always save a trace forFriday's child, Friday's childAt times I drift too far from shoreYou get the life line to meWhen I fight my holy warYou tell me what it's good forI walk in your footsteps when the road gets too wildYou go the extra mile forFriday's child, Friday's childI see it like a silver screenYou see just what you likeWhen I can't see anythingYou make the world turn my wayYou make the world turn my wayI walk in your footstepsThe road's hard to findYou stand the test of timefor Friday's child