Going

[peter danielsen]

It's friday and its snowing
Im soaked in bright LC
dont matter where its going
I'll stumble to my knee

I'll tell her I am praying
so far and yet so near
pretending to be dancing
behind a mournful tear

I'll tell her that I love her
although I look so mean
my tongue will softly worship
the sweetest place I've seen

It's friday night and snowing
my everything is far
I'll stumble but Im going
towards the nearest bar

[Goldin]

A good one, Peter.