Take Your Name Off Friday

Take your name off Friday
This one's mine

Six o'clock, I'd iron that blue shirt
Eight fifteen, you'd say, "Can't make it, babe"
I'd tell the boys that I was working
Let the food go cold on both our plates
Tonight I wore it wrinkled to the party
Got there while the band was setting up

Nobody asked where you'd been hiding
Somebody asked what I would like to hear

Take your name off Friday
Let the good part of the week be mine
I can miss you on a Monday
You don't get my whole life

This one's mine
This one's mine

Ben's kid spilled a soda on my left shoe
I almost left; the band began to play
Somebody pulled me in; I missed a step or two
We laughed until the counting fell away
Ben got every word wrong in the chorus
I knew it, but I sang along with him

I still looked up when the gate swung open
Then I turned back before the chorus hit

Take your name off Friday
Let the good part of the week be mine
I can miss you on a Monday
You don't get my whole life

I almost sent a picture just to hurt you
Then saw my smile was aimed at you again
I put it down and let the band get louder
Missed the shot, but caught the song instead

Take your name off Friday
Let the good part of the week be mine
I can miss you on a Monday
You don't get my whole life

Take your name off Friday
Let the good part of the week be mine
I can miss you on a Monday
I can miss you on a Monday
You don't get my whole life

Take your name off Friday
I stayed till the last song