You feel low It's 1 o'clock on 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 darling they Remind me 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 us away But I won't get me down I'm just thankful be facing the day 'Cause days don't get you far you're gone
It's 5 o' clock on a Friday morning 100 telephones shake and ring One of this was someone who knew you
And I'll 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 erroneous fools
And to those of you who mourn your lives 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