Aaahhhhh 

aaaahhhhaaa 

aaaah 

You're feelin old 



Its 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 mattered 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 



Cos 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'll 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 eronious fools 



And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next 

Well let them take you next 

Cos you live and be thankful you're here 



See it could be you tomorrow next year