Friday song

Morning light through the window pane

Coloring over the silver rain

Quiet streets starting to wake up now

We'll find our way somehow

I feel the spark,

it's a brand new start

No more doubts in a heavy heart (ooh-ooh)

Let the brass play out,

let the music rise

We are looking up at the open skies (yeah!) With a beat

so strong and a song so true

Every single day is a gift with you

Walking down to the harbor side

Watching the changing of the tide

Every corner is painted bright

Under the golden light

Let the brass play out,

let the music rise

We are looking up at the open skies (oh-oh-oh) With a beat

so strong and a song so true

Every single day is a gift with you

With you,

with you (ahhhh)