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