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I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd like to stay but it's best I'm going
Things don't feel like they should be
So I'll hit the road and just be free

You're the prettiest girl there's ever been
Your eyes light up with love from within
You put joy in the hearts of your every fan
Your babies, your mama, and this old man

You found me, sweet angel, and you let me in
I didn't know you wanted more than a friend
Well I've been trying to be all I can
But in the end am I your man?
(In the end am I your man?)

Yeah, I'm gonna get going Friday morning
You know I want to stay but I better get going
Things don't feel like I want 'em to be
At least I can travel and just be free

Forever I've been looking for someone to hold
With big warm eyes and a heart of gold
Your eyes are the prettiest place to be
I want to believe they were meant for me

Through your emerald gaze I feel seen
Makes me believe God's not so mean
Yeah... been here once, but it's different this time
It feels as if you've always been mine

So I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd love to stay but I'd better get going
Things don't feel like they ought to be
You know I never wanted to be this free 
(No, I never wanted to be so free)

You're just like fireweed you know
You are the very first thing to grow
After my heart got burned to the ground
And I wasn't look'n, but I feel found

Found by the prettiest pinkest flower
And that in my most needy hour
Yeah... I know you feel so safe with me
But, love... am I everything you need
(I want to be everything you need)

And, yeah, I'm outta here Friday morning
Too hard to stay; I'm gonna get going
But running from what I feel to be free
Just isn't how it ought to be
(No it isn't how love ought to be)

Look at my fireweed in her fullest bloom
Like the salmon I am running home to you
Against the stream against all time
To be your lover before I die

From the river's mouth I run
And I'm running to, not running from
With all my best, I've yet to live
This is the love I have to give
(All the love I want to give)

And I'll be gone on Friday morning
I think I know just where I'm going
I'll follow where the big dipper leads
And I'll find you there, my fireweed
Coming for you, my fireweed
(I'll soon be themy fireweed.)
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