You feel low It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning trying to keep my back from wall The prophets and their bombs have had success and I'm wondering why we bother at all
And I think of you on cold mornings darling they Remind me up when we were in school Nothing really mattered when you called out my name, in fact, Nothing really at all
And I think about how long it will take them to us away But I won't get me down I'm just thankful to be facing the day 'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone
It's 5 o' clock on a Friday 100 telephones shake and ring One of this was someone who knew you
And I'll still thinking of you on winter mornings darling They'll Still remind me up when we were in school When they could never look way To meet lives like yours Where in the hands of erroneous fools
And to those of you who your lives Through one day to the next Well them take you to next Can't you live and be thankful you're here See it could be you tomorrow, next year