You feel low
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning
I'm trying to keep my back from the wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success
And I'm wondering why we bother at all
And I think of you on cold winter mornings
Darling, they remind me of when we were at school
Nothing really matter when you called out my 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 to be facing the day
'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone
It's five o'clock on a Friday morning
One hundred telephones shake and ring
And one of them is from someone who knew you
And I still think of you on cold winter mornings
Darling, they still remind me of when we were at school
When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
Were the hands of these erroneous fools
And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Well, let them take you next
Can't you live and be thankful you're here?
See, it could be you tomorrow, next year
