Trains To Brazil

It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning,

I'm trying to keep my back from the wall.

The prophets and their pawns 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 in 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.

Cause days don't get you far when you're gone.

It's 5 o' clock on a Friday morning

One hundred telephones shake and ring

One of those was someone who knew you

And I'll still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling

They'll still remind me of when we were in 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 mourn 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.