F
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning
    Am
I'm trying to keep my back from the wall
    Dm
The prophets and their bombs have had another success
        C#                         Bbm
And I'm wondering why we bother at all
      F
And I think of you on cold winter mornings
              Am
Darling, they remind me of when we were at school
Dm
Nothing really matter when you called out my name, in fact
Gm
Nothing really mattered at all

      C                            Am                    Bb
And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away
    Dm C     F      Am
But I  won't get me down
         C                         Gm
I'm just thankful to be facing the day
                                              F
'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone

F
It's five o'clock on a Friday morning
    Am
One hundred telephones shake and ring
    Dm                                       C# Bbm
And one of them is from someone who knew you
            F
And I still think of you on cold winter mornings
                    Am
Darling, they still remind me of when we were at school
                Dm
When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
         Gm
Were the hands of these erroneous fools

       C                                        Am             Bb
And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
      Dm  C    F        Am
Well, let them take you next
          C                           G#
Can't you live and be thankful you're here?
                                         F
See, it could be you tomorrow, next year

(Dm C F Am)