You feel low It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my from wall The prophets and their bombs have had another success and I'm wondering why we bother at all
And think of you cold 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 about how long it will them to blow us 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 100 telephones shake and One of this was who knew you
And I'll still thinking of you on cold winter mornings darling They'll Still remind me up when we were in school When they never look this 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 them take you to next Can't live and be thankful you're here See it could be you tomorrow, next year