Friday Nights And Sunday Mornings

Im sitting here on a Fri night

Thinking maybe I just might

Head to bobs for a drink or two

Two turns to three and then three to four

Next thing I know im face down on the floor

What the hell have I got myself into

I aint even come close to living right

And you wont find jesus at the bar on Friday night

So I m looking for grace that I used to find

From the man who turned that water into wine

He used to be my best friend

We just need to get back in touch again

I know I ainta lost cause yet

But all the things ive done are tough to forget

Im throwing away the drinks barkeeps been pouring

Yeah I been living for Friday nights but alive cause of Sunday mornings

A few years later I meet this girl

From Alabama a sweet southern pearl

But a preachers daughter aint usually my style

You know those good girls aint for me

I been living a little too promiscuously

And her daddy knows im just a little wild

He says son if you want my baby you better straighten up

Eat that bread on Sunday

And drink that wine form the cup

So im looking for grace that I used to find

From the man who turned that water into wine

He used to be my best friend

We just need to get back in touch again

I know I ainta lost cause yet

But all the things ive done are tough to forget

Im listening to that old preacher mans warning

Yeah I been living for Friday nights but alive cause of Sunday mornings

Im still no where near the man I need tobe

But I find that forgiveness every night when I hit my knees

Yeah I found that grace I was looking to find from the man that turned that water into wine

He used to be my best friend

We just need to get back in touch again

I know I ainta lost cause yet

But what he did on that cross ill never forget

Im listening to that old preacher mans warning

When I was living for Friday night but alive cause of Sunday mornings

Yeah im alive cause of Sunday mornings

I'm alive cause of Sunday mornings

Cause of Sunday mornings