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