trains to Brazil

its one o clock on a friday morning
im trying to keep my back from the wall
the prophets and their bombs have had another success
and im 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 im thinking about how long it will take them to blow us away
but i wont get me down
im just thankful to be facing a day
cause days dont get you far when youre gone
its five o clock on a friday morning
one hundred telephones shake and ring
one of thems from someone who knew you
well ill still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
theyll 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
cant you live and be thankful youre here
see it could be you tomorrow next year