Friday Street – Paul Weller

Summerflys around my feet
And wee still stars
Are in my eyes
And mine’s alive on Friday Street
A pulse goes on, on Friday Street
Time seems longer against its beat
And it’s easy to remember
And it’s hard to forget
That mine’s alive on Friday Street
Yeh! Mine’s still alive on Friday Street

And I see myself
And it seems so clear
I can walk through the world
Like I’m not really here
And I really don’t care
‘Cause mine’s still alive on Friday Street
Lives alive on Friday Street
You start to shine in a brand new heat


Lyric Friday Street – Paul Weller