Trains To Brazil

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