by Jess Howe

Created on: February 12, 2009

Some Friday night
We'll meet 'neath the city stars
In the park where we first kissed
- I miss that.

I hold that memory dear
As I walk the laughing streets
Listening to kids coming out of bars
- Where'd it go?

Every Friday night
I go to that bench in the park
The spot where we first made out
- I wait for you.

Some Friday night
When you've become bored with her
Maybe we'll meet in the park
- I hope so.

(bridge)
Because to see you
After waking every morning beside you
Because to feel you
Could you touch me again?
Oh, to see you
And to give me you, wholly
Please turn back to me again.
(end bridge)

Some Friday night
We'll meet 'neath the city stars...

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