They stood in disbelief as everything they knew was crumbling.
The man they thought would save them and lead them home, hung there dying.
How'd it get so crazy, were they blindly led astray?
The one who came to save them and finally make the way, hung there dying.
And their world had been shattered from all they thought mattered.

But one thing they couldn't see, the one thing they couldn't see.
It was Friday! Only Friday! It was Friday! But, Sunday's coming!

Like a mother holds her baby, and tries to keep from crying, and wondered where's His mercy is to heal her child, who lies there dying.

Like a husband loves his wife, and he never stops believing that love can conquer all and all they need is time, but still she's leaving.

When your world has been shattered from all you thought mattered.
There's one thing you cannot see, the one thing you cannot see.
That it's Friday! Only Friday! Yes it's Friday! But Sunday's coming!

Now the road turns, the road ends. But faith is where it starts, and faith is where it ends. But he that in his sorrow, his hope can start again, and again, and again.

When it's Friday, when its Friday, when it's Friday,
Sunday's coming! Only Friday! Yes it's Friday!
But, Sunday's coming! But, Sunday's coming! Sunday's coming!