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 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 young

It's five 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