You feel low It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my back from The prophets and their bombs have had another success and I'm wondering why we bother at
And I think of you on winter mornings darling they Remind me up when we were in school Nothing really mattered when you called out my name, in fact, Nothing really mattered at all
And I think 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 of this was someone who knew you
And I'll still thinking of you on cold winter mornings darling They'll Still remind me when we were in school When they could never look this way To meet lives like yours Where in the hands of erroneous fools
And to those 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 you're See it could be you tomorrow, next year