Coffee has gotten so cold on the stove
And the mornin' is just about gone
I'm gettin' outta bed, find the paper's been read
'Cause my lady's been up since the dawn
I stumbled, "Good mornin'" and she answers "Good day"
She's out the door and she's on her way
Leavin' me searching for a reason why I was born
And it looks like Friday's blues made it into Saturday morn'
The silence is shattered by the slam of the door
My echoing head starts to pain
I hoped for the sun, but since there was none
Well I expect that it starts to rain
And to me it seems such a shame
There's no one reason that we can blame
Really no reason for anyone's feelings to be torn
And it looks like Friday's blues made it into Saturday morn'
