think your place needs a settingnnot too far and not too nearni've been a long time forgettingnbut it's the simple things my dearnnwhen i wake up in the morningni've been thinking 'bout my prid but not my fallnit takes a week to read your warningnand on friday nights you don't come home at allnnall my friends tried to tell mento make it out and make it clearnbut my speech was never readynjust a whisper in your earnnwhen i woke up at the weddingnsaw the minister convince you to undressni couldn't stand to take the picturenand no alter boy can clean up all this messnnwhen i wake up after midnightni've been thinking 'bout my pride but not my fallni still need a little sunlightnand on friday nights i don't go out at all