Leave in town this morning, riding with the dawn
Every Sunday morning, she wakes and finds me gone
I'll drift around Atlanta, Georgia, and lay out in the rain
And Friday we'll be back in love again
I met her in a bar in Tucson, both feeling kinda low
Not so much the love involved
There's something that won't let go
Now we've grown to know each other
As a lover and a needed friend
And Friday we'll be back in love again
I'll tell the same old stories of people all alone
I'll paint the same old pictures
And I'll sing the same old songs
I packed my bags this morning
I'm off to catch a plane
I'm going back to that girl I left
Hoping things are just the same
Then she'll look into my eyes and say
So glad that you came
And Friday we'll be back in love again
I'll drift around Atlanta, Georgia, and lay out in the rain


I'll tell the same old stories of people all alone
I'll paint the same old pictures
And I'll sing the same old songs
I packed my bags this morning
I'm off to catch a plane
I'm going back to that girl I left
Hoping things are just the same old stories
Hoping things are just the same
And she'll look into my eyes and say
So glad that you came
And Friday we'll be back in love again
And Friday we'll be back in love again