You feel low 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my back from wall The prophets and their bombs have had another success and I'm why we bother at all
And I think of you on cold winter mornings darling they Remind me up we were in school Nothing really mattered when you called out my name, in fact, Nothing really mattered at all
And I about how long it will take them to blow us away But I won't get 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 100 telephones shake ring One of this was someone who knew you
And I'll still thinking of on cold 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 mourn lives Through one day to the next Well let take you to next Can't you live and be thankful you're here See it could be you tomorrow, next year