There came a knock on my door, Fear can't keep away. I've been standing up on my toes, Staring through the window pane. Now I'm a stranger to the world, But its only helped me dream And Moma said baby get back you don't want it, But it feels like Friday night, and I don't want to miss a thing. I grew up a door down from either way, And I've been working late through the night, Towards something I don't want to be. She said, "Baby hurry make it, not sure if I can take it" And lonely ain't the life for me, But it feels like Friday night... This is what dreams are made of, I met mine a long time ago. They all said please don't leave us, But it feels like Friday night- and I don't want to miss a thing. So, get up and run While you still got the strength. Child you got a little bit of life, And a lot of good things coming. And if they say work ain't play; That dreams are just forgotten, Stand up and walk away. This is your time, this is your Friday night. With both hands tied, Fingers crossed Ain't gonna move my body. You decide to stay inside, But I won't. Because, I will die a Friday night dreamer Come to life.