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