Wendy Matthews - Friday's Child [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Just when I lose my touch
You come up and touch me
Just when I can't find the words
You run up and tell me
I'm off in the distance, out of time, out of place
You always save a trace for
Friday's child, Friday's child

At times I drift too far from shore
You get the life line to me
When I fight my holy war
You tell me what it's good for
I walk in your footsteps when the road gets too wild
You go the extra mile for
Friday's child, Friday's child

I see it like a silver screen
You see just what you like
When I can't see anything
You make the world turn my way
You make the world turn my way

I walk in your footsteps
The road's hard to find
You stand the test of time
For Friday's child