Tom: F 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)