You feel low It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my back wall The prophets and their bombs have had another success and I'm wondering why we at all
And I think of you on cold winter mornings 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 will take them to blow us away But I won't get me down I'm just thankful to be facing day 'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone
It's 5 o' clock on a Friday morning 100 shake and ring One of this was someone who knew you
And I'll still thinking of you on cold winter darling They'll remind me up when we were in school When they could never look this way To meet lives like Where in the hands of erroneous fools
And to those of you who mourn your lives Through one day to the next Well let them take you to next you live and be thankful you're here See it could be you tomorrow, next year