Wouldn’t bet it all on Friday
as Friday came and went
just another square on the calendar
just another face in the crowd
just another coin in the fountain
just another, just another
It goes on and on, the waves roll in
but the tide never really changes
just more broken shells left to find
walked this beach a thousand times
bet it all on Friday again
but nothing changed, what remains
inside these walls of sky again
Talking to the Clouds 