it's one 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 mattered when you called at my name
 in fact nothing really mattered at all
 and i'm thinking 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 a 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
 one of them's from someone who knew you
 well i'll still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
 they'll still remind me of when we were at school
 when they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
 were in 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