Make plans it always seems to rain on Friday
And the reason isn't ours to say
Shake hands with hard men
Love the unexpected

If you get a chance today
Holding on pouring out
Hes a poor man now
All the pressure signs about to turn

Sleep tight, the angels
Make the man tread lightly
Has a vision when he lies awake
Martyr makes a virgin feel like hell in heaven
And there's madness in his eyes today

Holding on or pouring out
Hes a poor man now
All your pressure signs about to turn

Holding on, pouring out
Hes a poor man now
All the precious times about to burn