Waltz for a Friday Evening Friday evening it's still in the air There's a soft white moon Glowing through the trees. At the end of the footpath I still carry through My thoughts quietly thought through the day. Always thinking that the world should be moving much slower as music moves so our lives should too. But the world still spins quickly And I'm still behind Those trees watching the moon Glowing with warmth and with beautiful light Through the trees Watching the moon Shining and Tenderly thinking of you.
