Friday night and the moon rides the clouds Over the billboard where I stay Sheltering here away from the crowds Of those who speak but do not say Or at least not anything to me And if they do I wish they did not For those I love are far away Let me remember what I forgot Alone in a lonely place to be Saturday morning the sun comes up I do too and go for a cup Of high rev at 7 11 Life goes on and so do I it seems Not in hell if not in heaven Under the sun of another day Saturday morning with my dreams Under the sun to wonder my way Over the billboard where I stay +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV