You feel low It's 1 o'clock on a Friday I'm trying to keep my back from wall The prophets and their bombs have had another success I'm wondering why we bother at all
And I think of you on cold winter mornings darling they Remind me up when we were in school Nothing really mattered you called out my name, in fact, Nothing 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 to facing the day 'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone
It's 5 o' on a Friday morning 100 telephones shake and ring One of this someone 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 mourn your lives Through one day to the next Well let them take you to next Can't you and be thankful you're here See it could be you tomorrow, next year