D F#m7
Its one o clock on a friday mornin im trying to keep my back from the wall
Bm Gm7/D
the prophets and their bombs have had another success and im wondering why we bother at all

D F#m7
I think of you on cold winter mornings darling they remind me of when we were at school
Bm Em/Bb
Nothing really mattered when you called out my name in fact nothing really mattered at all

A G
And i'm thinking about how long it will take them to blow us away
Bm F#m/C# D F#m7
But i won't get me down
A Em7/D
Im just thankful to be facing the day
D
Cos days don't get you far when youre gone

D Dmaj7 D Dmaj7

D F#m7
It's five o clock on a Friday morning one hundred telephones shake and ring
Bm Em/Bb
And one of them is from someone who knew you.......
D F#m7
And i still think of you on cold winter mornings Darling they'll still remind me of when 
were at school
Bm Em/Bb
When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours were in the hands of these 
fools
A G
And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Bm F#m/C# D F#m7
Well let them take you next
A Em7 (7th fret)
Can't you live and be thankful you're here


D Dmaj7 D Dmaj7


D 232000
F#m7 222244
Bm 234420
Gm7/D 333350
Em/Bb xx3210
A 022200
G 330055
F#m/C# 22224x
Em7/D 000020