Friday Afternoon

Friday afternoon and all the worries
just float into the air
we're going to our secret spot
and no one else knows how to get there
the words just poured out of you
like a melody
I just could not believe
the things you're telling me
Come closer, come closer
Nothing could be half so compelling as you and me,
our sense telling us where to go
you give me quite a show
we're stretched out
horizontal throttle down
upon the ground
and always taking it slow
here we go
I taste the salt on your skin
and then it's really beginning
I got the message you're sending
Go again and again 'til we're spent
I hear somebody coming
Maybe a year went by
Could be two lifetimes
But I know it's building up again