11 O'Clock Friday Night

Some silent night you'll wander off You'll wander off without a thought A thousand miles of city life Without a crowd, in a black out You and me and everybody else You and me and everybody else You and me and everybody else You and me and everybody else Your private style leaves me no room Your silent ways, I can't relate It's getting dark between the frames I lost my light, you're monday's child You're monday's child You're monday's child You're monday's child You're monday's child