Friday People
Lyrics
Verse 1
We line up with tired faces,
a sale sign blinking like purpose.
Coins in our thoughts,
baskets full of maybes.
You hum some song from last December,
I nod like I still remember.
The floor feels soft beneath this crowd,
but we pretend it’s solid ground.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not hunger, not desire—
just motion dressed in neon fire.
Chorus
Friday people with borrowed time,
searching shelves for half a sign.
Dancing gently through the noise,
buying silence, selling voice.
If we laugh, it’s just enough—
a little joy, a little bluff.
Verse 2
Your hand grabs a thing,
not sure if it’s need or rhythm.
We move in loops,
like seasons without opinion.
A child sleeps against a screen,
a couple fights in aisle thirteen.
But still, a pulse beneath this mess—
a wish we haven’t named, I guess.
Bridge
Lift your eyes above the shelf,
we’re not what we take, but what we felt.
Trade the rush for something kind—
a quiet thought we didn’t find.
Chorus
Friday people with borrowed time,
searching shelves for half a sign.
Dancing gently through the noise,
buying silence, selling voice.
If we laugh, it’s just enough—
a little joy, a little bluff.
Final Chorus
Friday people on slow parade,
hearts unopened, souls on layaway.
Still we breathe, still we try—
to touch the sky in a checkout line.